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A Masterpiece

Her beauty is a masterpiece, when you look into her eyes.
Venus begins to blush, when the stars fill the skies.

Mona Lisa began to weep, when you asked for her hand.
Beethoven rolled over, to the music of the band.

Her voice in your ear, becomes a melody.
Her name spoken softly, becomes a rhapsody.

Everything about her, is a monument to life.
Love is the treasure from this girl you call your wife.

© 1994 Wayne H. McLaughlin 9309041835-220

Published by: Arcadia Poetry Press in: "Arcadia Poetry Anthology - Summer 1994",page 333
ISBN: 0-923242, Catalog Card # 92-073129, ã 1994 - (Hard Cover)

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