considering
your creation
the
good Lord went on vacation
for
a minute or an hour
even
in his endless power
he
had yielded his masterpiece
the
angels sighed with sweet release
and
such delight at just the sight
of
all God’s grace that did alight
upon
your perfect pulchritude
which
brings forth prayers of gratitude
from
my heart and all my art
wherein
my poems just fall apart
inability
to describe
where
even beauty will imbibe
and
by you intoxicated
while
this poet is elated
that
beauty in the absolute
is
in my arms and resolute
to
being mine as sweet as wine
that
once was drank by the divine
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