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When She, Whose Face Forgotten
When she, whose face forgotten
Dwells upon my mind,
The figure ever clouded, yet,
I remember her design:
Of beauty she is none surpassed
In all of history.
No mortal man can comprehend,
Nor that of deity.
Her shining strands of golden hair
Like sunlight sent from heaven.
And from her mouth, (if thou should’st care)
No lovelier voice was given.
Mere minutes drown to hours
When left alone am I
As she whose face forgotten
Dwells upon my mind.
I love it :)
Such a beautiful poem!
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Thank you. Like really. Thank you. You give me inspiration to keep writing.