(who
ever loved that loved not at first sight? – shakespeare)
the
red rose envies your sweet lips
framed
within your ivory hue
within
your colors it longs to dip
to
become the beauty of you
the
dancing daffodil’s design
was
content within creation
until
it saw your supple lines
and
wilted with exasperation
i
unraveled at your unveiling
with
all the flowers seeping sighs
promised
grace was a foretelling
of
unearned gifts in paradise
to
show that grace cannot be earned
god
gave me the greatest gift
all
other verdicts overturned
the
gap was closed within the rift
evidence
against none can argue
for
all creation cries for beauty
when
once seen in fulfillment of you
it’s
a fiduciary duty
to
claim your name and all the fame
of
beauty that’s personified
that
with your beauty all became
both
jealous and yet satisfied
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