ETERNAL BEAUTY
Beauty thine, to thee an apple upon a verdant limb
Ripens rich, replete as Ra's gold rays grow stretched and dim
Isis's gaze now guards your gift to keep pristine and prim
Thy lovely lips of splendor's touch lack not for depth or lush
They move so graceful like a wisp of Hathor's godly brush
And sing awake the birds to fly between the reeds and rush
Ne'er can compare the sparkled Nile, your eyes of emerald green
In all the world's wealth untold cannot be found nor seen
Earth's treasured jewels are only owned by you my darling queen.
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