Kevin Michael Murphy - Beauty Queen

At the acme of happiness I reach her feet
I bow with sincerity
A queen of beauty, where all beauty doth meet
in her body, her soul, a rarity

In her eyes marvels of love intense
she kills my pain
in her dainty hands, curved lines immense
she palm my pulsating vein

With silence I honor her with love's awe
reverent and with veneration
our love unites, our soul chasten
the most virgin love, love ever saw

Kevin Michael Murphy

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