Could beauty dwell in ink, preserved by rhyme,
This humble tribute to your heavenly grace—
Though ink will fade, may beauty ever shine
From words that craft the verse your memories trace.
Some speak of beauties past—of looks most fair,
Whose smiles might cause sweet Orpheus to sing;
Of eyes so bright, with stars they would compare,
Aglow with all the rapture beauty brings.
Of love, all poets’ pens confabulate—
Their cursive tales defying Time’s dread laws;
But had they known of you, they’d surely state:
“No need to stretch the sweetness of her cause;”
Though no mere words could ever frame your worth,
From faded ink, your truth will yet shine forth.

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