He strolls in grace, like a prince
of cloudless climes and starry skies;
of his beauty he need not convince
Meet in his smile and his eyes;
which have illuminated my heart long since,
which heaven surely never denies.
One shade the more, one ray the less,
peace and warmth follow his royal highness
which all his noble men would confess;
All this does not explain his shyness
where thoughts serenely sweet express,
there would be no reason for slyness.
His hair so golden, with eyes as blue as the ocean,
so gentle, and peaceful, yet eloquent;
A smile that wins, he has devotion,
But tell of days in goodness spent;
A mind at peace with all emotion,
a heart whose love is innocent.
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