A glance of monumental perfection,
A shape of undulating affection,
Her deep moving eyes,
So tender and wize,
Emulate, aura of passion,
If beauty spoke words,
Then from her I heard,
The angels, harps ringing,
Venus valiantly singing,
As a million men’s hearts were spurred.
Oh, from where was she created,
From Aphroditis she was elevated,
Fit to be a God’s bride,
By a man she stands beside,
The mirror image of Bouguereau,
For once I fear death that’s true,
Icon of imagination, a concept, a view,
An angel on earth before death, in lieu.
Or now, a Demon of Dante’s Inferno,
Divine beauty to falter human ego,
Exploit the man’s flaw
For what a vision I saw,
Her love is evidently pure
She lifts me, like near dead to cure.
By Ryan Anthony Gibson
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