CompletelyCompletely:Loose calculations, ruminations,The speculations on form,Of slender bodied swaying hipsAnd the elliptical perfection of lips,Twinkle eyes and auburn hair.Sung the seraph on dreamdark air,While angels in an emerald stareGlare, for with her they cannot compare.And so, enthralled upon the pin,They despair, and give themselves to sin.For the picture like a phoenix fadesTo be born again in flame forever.And though countless decisions and revisionsShould strike it from the page,They fail to strike the face so fair.So yes, she is still standing there,In scope and color and thoughts untold,Mixing a myria
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