Here you shall live, immortalized in ink,
Like beauties past, of whom proud poets sing;
And those who read shall wonder and bethink,
Entranced in tableaux that my verse shall bring.
All vestitures of beauty you do wear,
Like sovereigns’ jewels glittering in the sun;
The hues you own, no sylph would ever dare,
To paint in prayer with  brushes soft and dun.
Proud pens and portraits cannot capture yet
That loveliness that in your heart does dwell,
Where inner beauty and that outward set
Ensconce a truth that has no parallel.
All belles that read these words and bid compare:
Hold council with your glass…and so despair.

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