AGOG!
The morning sun was bashfully perched down the horizon,
Frantically wrestling itself from slumber.
The drowsy star stole her splendid silhouette
With its tepid beams
And sprouted it my way,
As if to dare me with its priceless catch.
I could hardly resist the ruse;
I stood crystallized...
But I dared a peek:
She was framed like the fabled Aphrodite,
Her manners arresting, palatial…
Her smile dainty like a deity;
I was driven beyond the threshold.
Stricken, I yielded to my first fitful passion:
Just stare in awe!
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