princesa

fair like fine wine
without the ill-effect,
serene like a cup, divine,
with tea, hot, lips connect—

pure like innocent time
whatever it directs—
and honest as a pen—mine—
whenever it collects

is each moment
filled with grace,
marked by the beauty
of (your) every face—

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