Her grace, a swan upon the lake,
Her lips, like roses, soft and meek.
Her skin, like moonlight, soft and fair,
Her hair, deep brown, beyond compare.
Her eyes, like honey, warm and bright,
A gentle smile, a pure delight.
A queenly air, a noble grace,
A perfect form, a lovely face.
Beyond the skin, a soul does shine,
A heart of gold, a mind divine.
True beauty lies, not on the face,
But in the spirit, full of grace.
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