Serene are these days when your beauty is most redolent.
Your eyes shaded opal glisten like blue torrents in the summer or emerald fields near dusk under moonbeams.
Irises and tulips bejewel your hair of silk.
Healed by your innocence.
Pools of crystal in tawny meadows flaming with sunlight.
Enraptured beside the perfumed purple seas.
Will hours of gold remain?
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