The true beauty

She was once a captive of
Lord’s creative thoughts
Conceived in the heaven
Launched to the earth
By the classic artwork
Of His unseen hand 

Mirror is unjust to her beauty
Reflection tell lies of her true self
The sincere naked eyes of true men
Write poems of her glamorous elegance

Wise men looks at her as a sunset of the day.
To the braves, darkness is an eye glass
Seeing the radiance of her skin through night.

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