A poet's dream
As I attest, in awe, another time
Put pen to paper for another rhyme
To ponder, once again, that I'm attached
To beauty that I deem is so unmatched
A beauty even Time dares not to touch
As Time, a thrall, exalts in you as much...
But, here is where my pondering begins
Not only has Time spared, in you, its sins
But, revels so, enhances on each pass
So, as Time goes, your beauty gains in class
Beyond all wit that's known to memory
Unrivaled beauty grows for all to see
Breath-taking in its purity and style
I revel as time passes, all the while
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