With Beauty and Grace

With beauty and grace, she looks to me
How lucky I am to have met she
With eyes like a river and voice like the sea
I finally see her, my Aphrodite

Her lips like a pillow, I finally feel free
My woman, my love, a symbol of liberty
The sun hits her face, and I shout out with glee
"What a sweet and tender heart! I do adore thee."


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