Her beauty is lovely
Quiet and holy
She is the adornment of grace
The church that Christ died for.
Everything with her is simple
A grand grandeur of moral gorgeousness.
It is a feeling of impenetrable delight
O, I sigh – a million woes upon me
That my angel cannot be by my side.
What her feelings are
Prudence famines me!
K.Oni
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