To The Epitome Of Love - Poem by welkin siskin
In the diary of love thou art bright
Who with love has crossed all height
To find beauty in day to day life
Without inner pains
The epitome of feminine charm,
The cynosure of my sights
The edifice of my dream,
and the role model of excellence.
Thou dwell as vital breath of life.
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