your beauty blinds the summer rose;
no sun outshines your sparkling eyes.
No planet in the nighttime skies
compares to your subtle repose;
no bloom compares to your bright smile.
Your refined and so tasteful style
all immortals fail to oppose;
no sun outshines your sparkling eyes.
Oh, so coy--mistress mine, beguile
all oppressors and mindless foes;
no bloom compares to your bright smile.
You reign suprem--modern idol--
certain--confident in your repose;
no sun outshines your sparkling eyes.
You rule the blue and spacious skies;
your lips are sweeter than a rose;
no bloom compares to your bright smile;
no sun outshines your sparkling eyes.
John Daleiden
February 14, 2004
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