Who made you, as perfect as you do look?
Was it the same hand that did create all?
Much care and attention, on you, He took ...
In love with you, everybody will fall.
Maybe, it is your Mother and Father
Who deserve all, the praise and the acclaim,
They've chosen the best traits from each other,
And sealed them all with their passionate flame.
But do be careful, rely not solely on your beauty,
As cruel life has its terrible ways,
Of ab-using time, when you're off duty,
To slowly steal your fair looks away,
'til one day thou shalt wish to seek your reflection,
Your youth, and beauty, beyond recognition.
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