Your beauty gleams in your eyes.
As the farthest-flung star in the skies,
A dove bird looks at us and spies,
Your sight mingled with mine even it dies.
Your beauty is in your heart,
Love, hope and deep faith you start.
Your beauty is in your face,
Ask just your friends that you embrace.
Your beauty is in your spirit,
They left in sunset but you meditate.
Your beauty is in your mood,
Because you make use of solitude.
Your beauty is in your word,
Readers awarded you in that world.
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