On Botticelli's the Birth of Venus
Her eyes draw a heavenly peace to mind,
Where the green color of the sea doth dwell.
Her face is a beauteous wishing well,
Which reveals her splendor to all mankind.
Her golden hair gently blows in the wind,
As she sails across the sea on a shell.
Any attentive viewer's eyes can tell
That her figure was carefully designed.
Zephyr and Chloris continue blowing
Their perpetual winds over her head.
The pink flowers of beauty keep flowing
Across the landscape in which she is led.
Towards the shoreline her seashell keeps going,
As the Hora of Spring robes her in red.
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