if beauty is the keystone of women

from Cleopatra to Helen of Troy

you beat them into a cocked hat

the way yours generates such joy

 

its just a miracle of modern science

how every feature fits hand in glove

like rainbows and stars combined

in that ineffable look of you in love

 

you were always out in the front rank

from those early days of teenage bloom

but when Cupid waved his magic wand

you knocked out everyone in the room

 

lately your eyes beam sparking crystal

that mouth has ripened into full allure

rendering helpless your many admirers

its a disease without any obvious cure

 

yet love and beauty bring untold anguish

a deadly beak is furnished to every dove

my fate is that I must worship from afar

because, sadly, I'm not the one you love