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Beyond comprehension
the gift to me you are,
revel in your glory
as spy you from afar:
The curve of your jawline
the flow from waist to hip
your long muscled torso
your full, ripe, luscious lips.

Quite inconsequential
though easily observed
the glories of body
with which your form’s been served;
For it is your essence,
the whole beneath facade,
glory everlasting,
with which I’m overawed.

Beauty in abundance?
Common commodity.
But soul that won’t waver?
In this you are acme.
Worship at the altar
of you my darling one
your soul shows no tarnish
you are great gift golden.