Sonnet 106
In the vast space of wasted time
I have read stories of beautiful people
And beautiful people creating poetry
Of beautiful dead maidens and brave knights
Some descriptions of
Hands, feet, lip, eye and brow
Are written by poets of old
Beauty that you portray
Everything that has been written, foretold of your beauty
Although you resemble those maidens once spoken of
They saw you as an angel
But they could not put your beauty into words
And we who see you now
Can only marvel at your beauty
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