Okay, I have writer's block, so here is another poem. LOL. Of all the poems I have written, this is my favourite.
If you wove sunshine, it would be her hair,
And if stars were green they would be her eyes.
The gods themselves have seen no one so fair,
For all the heavens sing when she walks by.
Every movement is a work of art.
Every word she speaks is a song.
From her no man would willingly part,
For her favour he would forever long.
A fair and wise woman with whom to talk,
Her mind is as bright as her face is fair.
Poetry blooms wherever she may walk,
And beauty follows her everywhere.
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