I’m proud to pen your beauty’s legacy
For rarest blooms should never fade unsung;
Though portraits rich with outward praise may be
The joy of eyes where yet the lips stay mum.
Yet pictures cannot chart the inner soul
Or yet the golden luster of pure heart;
More oft with words are complex truths fair told
That show at once both out and inward part.
In paint, no doubt your beauty reigns supreme
But 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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