I look at her eyes
Though she wears a glass
Through it I see her voice, her essence
That eternal touch
Subtle yet buoyant with love

As the white light bulb
places its rays on her face
Her glow picks up pace
And I’m left struck with a question
How can one as beautiful as her
keep getting more and more
enchanting by the ever growing second?

But with rapid blue, I realize
Hers is an infinite beauty
Full of combusting stars
All diamonds as they glide down
onto a bed of morning roses
Sparkles they are, effortless with grace
Showing all, that with beauty comes no time limit

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