A beauty to match no others kind,
Trully a treasure for one to find,
Her perfect smile could drive you blind
Zeus himself would have blown his mind
Is there no way to make her mine?
Rather is there a way to become, with her, intertwined?
I only know oneday her and I will walk the same line.
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or
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An angel of perfect creation.
Tailored of beauty without duration.
Her eyes are trully an exquisite sensation.
Zealously I could try to find of her, a duplication…..
I am sure I would never find a perfect replication.
Replacing one of absolute prefect inspiration,
Is no less then a moral abomination.
:))
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem