This beautiful creature be of pure heaven
Coaxing, alluring and enticing yet so purposeful
With heirs of grace and style that renders heathens gentleman
Making every commander of every plague merciful.
This Image of utter perfection could not be real
And I know this for no mere mortal could ever be perfect
Yet I'd profess that perfection personfies this amazing queen
If it not for the belief in my own eyes deceit
And the lonely nature of my hearts desires
By which my honour and pride does reside
And this is another flaw in my lifes satire
As my heart lays its own wishes aside.
Yet I waft through all this pain and torture
All for the Love of a beatiful creature
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