From heaven’s palette, beauty’s brush bestowed
In tints and tones and lights and darks most rare—
The finest blush of hues sweet Nature knows;
No earthly sylph could match, nor hope to wear.
A masterpiece of many favored strokes:
Pastels of pink, of lavender and blue—
A symphony of sight that can evoke
Surrender in stout hearts with but a view.
So was I smitten when your gaze met mine,
My proud, stern singledom there razed to ruin;
A soul transformed, suspended there in time,
A knight now sworn to fealty anew.
Beauty most fair, now suddenly my queen;
Brought to my knees by sight—and force unseen.

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