My Queen
Your beauty is timeless like the rising of the sun. With an essence as pure as water from a mountain spring. You come from a gender of power, decorated with a color of pride. Perfect in so many ways that even your flaws are flawless. A beauty untouched, undeniably crafted by the divine as a sign of their greatness. I gaze upon you, unable to believe that what's before me is real. Diving into the pools of your eyes for hours at a time. I stand silent, in awe aware of only one thing. That a queen is before me and I am bedazzled by her greatness.
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