To My Dearest... - Poem by Robert Beksinski
My Dearest, whose eyes sparkle like the stars,
No one can ever be as beautiful as you are.
My Dearest, whose hair is as soft as silk,
A heavenly aroma rises from you of honey and milk.
I still can’t believe an angel has fallen for me,
A phenomenal female as gorgeous as can be.
You are the perfect woman in my eyes,
And I promise to love you as sure as the sunrise.
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