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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