Pristine and pure thy picture in pink
Leaves me speechless with a blink
A poet in me is enraptured
How fine the lens has captured!
A face that fuels verses in dreams
A hair that flows pent up like streams
The hand that wields the pen so fine
Shows too, thy simple heart I opine.
Not just in picture but surely, thee
In all thy hues as sweet as can be
Beauty behold! Let the poetess unfold
A page of love for my poetry untold.
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