Legends tell of a face

 In the realm of endless love to you I swear,

A promise unyielding, beyond any to compare,
Through the endless windows of history's eternal grace,
No sight rivals that, than the sweetness of your gracious face.

Legends tell of a face, Romes golden prize,
A theft launching ships 'neath these azure skies,
Doubts arise like whispers in the gale,
If I were to loose you, could the forests, fires and winds prevail?

It is said that for generations people have fallen for your face,
Yet I doubt no printed copies, could match your blended grace,
A beauty so pure, through centuries refined,
I find you buried deep into my very mind.

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