he promised her that he would write a poem
far more beautiful than her
a poem so enchanting that
even her magical eyes
wont be as beautiful as this poem
he begun a while ago , the words he wrote
were pure as the white snow and as pure as her
they were beautiful like the first flower emerging from the snow
and rare as the full moon flower coming once in a lifetime
he then begun to explain the beauty of her
the words begun to seem so small
and then they run out
they are not enough words in any language combined
to portrait her beauty as perfectly as she is
with that the poem ended , the love begun
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