Peerless she stood, unmatched in grace and reach,
Embossed in hearts—a sylph untouched by time;
A beauty none with mortal tongue impeach,
Her virtues sung as murmured hymns sublime.
Arresting all who saw her grace a room,
Each eye her loyal subject, fixed in prayer;
All lips fell dumb—the air still as a tomb,
All thought surrendered to her radiance there.
What sovereign can so rule by gaze alone,
Her smile observed as though divine decree,
All pride and purpose seeming overthrown—
All hearts detained in silent fealty.
Gods’ mighty earth— subservient to a flower;
So stands the wondrous reach of beauty’s power.

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