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Angelic is the face
Angelic is the face I see
Features fine with tussled hair
Perfection in its symmetry
Most beautiful beyond compare
Intruding into my every dream
If perchance I am abed
Complexion of the whitest cream
Her pouting lips: the bloodiest red
Exquisiteness: personified is she
With just a hint of impish grace
My destiny: never to be free
From the image of her angelic face
©AVW December 29th 2006 all rights reserved.
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