The girl of beauty (romanticism)

The girl of beauty

That apple of my eye,

Who was she? What was it

That she represented?

How was it she shone so bright?

How did she mange to float by?

On a cloud so pure and so white

She had an open heart and open mind

A hair of incandescent filigree

A shape of sculptured artistry

A voice that resonated like birds in a tree

Singing a song so light and happy

That caused her aura to always glow

This beauty who confess I love so

Her first glance at me had struck me

I just hope that she too loved me.

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