I sit in envy of your timeless and expressionless face.
Body beautiful with a sly womanly smile as if in mock of thy own creator
You shall not see corruption as we; you stand changeless a fixture of conceptional beauty and grace.
Your curves are heavenly and mathematically inspired.
Your hair is the color of fresh cut maple wood
Your lips as rip as plums at the height of fall late harvest
Your eyes as dark as a moonless night in early spring
You look at me with lifeless expression and smile at my imperfection chin in air and your nose even higher but I can not help but I stare in envy of pure admiration.
To be forever young as you
Manikin
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