There she stands, in a light of her own.

There she stands, in a light of her own. Beautiful luminescence,

Not even dark can drown. Radiant she is – O! she is lovely!

Envious, the Angels are of her, for she is full of elegance.

Oh, how I crave to be with her and only her. A simple look

She may give me leaves me flustered. Oh god, help me!



There she stands, right in front of me. She speaks –

Her words compose a melody not even the morning

Birds can out-sing. She is a modern-day goddess to say

The least. One day she will be mine – she my queen and

I her king.





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