Thou art truly wonderful to behold, Thine eyes are as diamonds; thine hair is as gold. Purity sublime in all thy movements, Even the Creator could make no improvements.
In all the world you ruled supreme, Of dignity you possessed the cream. Of faithful mercy, beauty unhindered, A flame of passion in my heart was tindered.
But, alas your aura's tinted, The canvas of life for you is tainted. And hung in the gallery of my past, Of Pyrrhic victories, you are the last
