You’re my beauty,
The one I often speak of,
As you walk into the throne rooms,
You are led in.
The beauty of your soul,
The strength in your sweet being,
Lift your head my darling,
As you tread these steps so near.
Behold you stand before me,
And now you lean towards me,
And know that you’re my beauty,
The one I speak of.
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