In times to come inquiring minds may ask,
Who was this woman that could hearts so move
That poets in proud verse devote sweet task
To cast in ink her virtues there to prove?
So was she then as grand as they have deemed
And could she with a smile all eyes so glaze
And did she float through ballrooms like a dream
And with her lilting songs all ears amaze?
I write this truth though lies may rob my sight:
No world has seen a lovely yet more fair;
Never a purer heart did grace god’s light,
Nary an angel could here so compare.
I swear that though you search ‘til end of time,
No greater beauty ever shall you find.
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