Across horizons of Dusk and Light,
Every men will upon their sight,
Remark in a trance with zealous eyes,
That you were meant to be loved.
Enchanted and in a trance now,
Stark naked your beauty lies, and
Helen would only with fury sigh.
Oh! For you I would willingly die,
Cease my living; Bid it my final adieu.
Hades will never reach it's mark
And I no serf to its oblivious lull.
Rather in its every pint,
Pictured countenance of your luminous beauty.
And thoughts of you till the end.
Men do gape in awe
Their very movement fixed in Sand,
Orpheus broken charm,
Upon the heavenly sight of you.
Oh! Lovable Dame,
Sadly His lute in vacuum played.
Cupid lipped with those lustrous eyes,
Pygmalion on his creation tries,
And set an artifice that age do defy,
With his constant prayers bring to life,
Where men do applaud and do fall,
Struck by Cupid, never to rise
But all men ultimately do realize
Oh! How you were meant to be loved.
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