I thought she was good-looking.
How could I know she makes beauty blush in her presence.
I thought she talked nicely.
How could I know her speech was poetry.
I thought her walking style was good.
How could I know her stride was as graceful as a doe.
I thought she had a decent voice.
How could I know her song could bring out all the stars in the sky.
I thought she had a pretty smile.
How could I know her smile could arrest the Sun.
I thought she was fairly clever.
How could I know she puts all wisdom to shame.
Mistaken, was I in every aspect of hers.
Ordinarily limited, I thought her.
Extraordinarily infinite, she proved herself.
And, I had to surrender.
Thanks for dropping by.
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