And a smile that repels morning�s scorn.
Lips for the ages of ruby red bright.
Cosmos gone from where her hair was torn.
A neck that was made for a lover�s kiss
As the sun rises to meet her hips.
That scent of passion trapped in a mist
Will make your breath stop and wet your lips.
Helen of Troy, Cleopatra�nothing compared.
The Sun�s sight hasn�t seen this beauty at daybreak.
Guard your hearts and pens with anxiety shared,
This jewel of the ages will make your knees shake.
In a time when beauty is exempt for mortal toils,
She�ll make you beg for release until your blood boils.
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