The singular brilliance of her loveliness,
Sparkle of stars, glow of the bleached moon.
Callow eyes of enchantment,
Strands of vivid golden bands, wrapped in her locks.
The smile of her soul, the beauty of her being.
Envious works of art gaze upon her radiance
Struggling to comprehend the magnificence
Encompassed within her silken skin.
The heavens gleam and glisten,
Overflowing with a sort of pride
Which can only be filled by
The sensing of the exquisite flourish of splendor,
Which are hers and hers alone?