The lady eternally seventeen
Picture of a soul forever pristine,
Mastery of years kept clandestine.
Mountain spring water ever flowing clean
Newly-hatched nestlings singing so serene,
Honeybees proclaiming their newest queen.
Garden fresh with fruits always in season
Beautiful flowers forever in bloom,
Designed by God for the luckiest groom.
Thirsty buds open for each morning’s dew
Dainty white clouds for each sky’s changing hue,
Everything so sweet and true mirrors you.
Seventeenths of the first month may come by,
She grows but glows young never asking why.
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