Beauty

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A playfully smile at thy lips
A warm gaze held in your eyes
Scent from a flower drifts from you
Gleaming sun shines, an angel you turn into.

Halo above your head,
Aura bathed in a golden light.

The sound of the sea from your lips
A beautiful melodious sound it is.
Skin so pale it mimics the moon,
Hair as soft as a ravens feather.

Laughter as soft as a song
It is amazing, otherworldly
Beauty in its truest form.

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