I’m proud to pen your beauty’s legacy
For rarest blooms should never fade unsung;
Though portraits rich in outward praise may be
Bright joy to eyes, where yet the lips stay dumb.
Still, icons cannot chart the inner soul
Nor show the golden luster of pure hearts;
More oft with words are daedal truths made whole
Revealing both the out and inward parts.
In paint, no doubt, your beauty rules supreme,
Yet here in words I capture essence sweet;
For best in ink do truth and beauty reign
Where sovereign worth was never more complete.
To capture such on canvas, this I dare:
A flawless angel blessed beyond compare.

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