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Your face, so radiant;
Like the sun dawning on the eastern horizon.
Hair like rays of golden light;
Warm and soft to the touch.
Your hair fans out,
To wreath your face
In a halo from heaven.
Eyes that sparkle;
Like a precious blue gem—
Cut to perfection,
By a master craftsman.
So has all of you been shaped,
In an unworldly perfection.
For surely nothing of earth could be so beautiful.
But here you are,
An angel living upon this harsh planet.
Why do I try—
To describe such beauty?
When even the tongues of angels
Fail to describe you in adequate word.
And who am I, a mere mortal man,
To contend with the hosts of heaven.
So I have tried to capture, a part of heaven;
And the woman whom I have fallen in love.
