With a blossoming smile.
stood an angel so white
enough to enchant and beguile;
Serene and exuberant was her persona
She seemed like the incarnation of Goddess Pomona.
Melted were the hearts that saw
brimmed with despair and awe;
A red shawl lay abreast
a white lily adorned her hair.
she had eyes like Cleopatra
and curves which befitted her;
She was like a dream so vivid
just like an impressioned Monet.
a mortal humanoid so refine
for she was pure as wine;
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