- The essence of every womans inner beauty
-The innocence of every young girls dreams
- The tenderness of every tear that ever fell
from the eye of love, and didn’t drown
- And you are every silken cloud, that floats,
on a breath of clear blue sky, till it is seduced,
like some picasso
into all of autuums wonder, and then brushed,
across the canvas, that is ones soul
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