An Ode to Beauty
Like Keat's 'Ode to a Grecian Urn' I salute your beauty, your symmetry and grace
Beauty Moist and fresh as early morning dew on spring flowers,
A crown of auburn that catches the light and swirls and shapes a comely face,
Lips whose softness and redness combine the ripe strawberry with the petals of the cherry blossom,
A smile that begins in the eyes and gently caresses the beholder,
A lilting laugh, like crystal bells in the wind,
Intelligence gracefully molded into the design, framed by round, supple limbs,
The Supreme Architect's dream born in you.
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