Like the scintillating stars above,
Like the angels who reside above,
Perfect even more than the listed above,
A mirror reflecting the most adoring angel above,
Like a lullaby from a mild wind,
Rhythm in the style of heavens swinging wing,
Prettiest of all creatures living,
A lady worth more than loving,
The smile on her cheeks is worth zillions carat gold,
And as respected as a man who's zillion years old,
Her beauty is mild and bold,
Better than silver worth and gold,
I respect her and I'll always do,
I cherish her more than anything else will do,
She is mine now and forever I hope she will,
So that her name and her children's will fill my will.
If anyone ask you who of the girls do I mean,
Tell them my wife to be is who I mean,
She; the lady to whom my love I'll not be mean.
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