Your Beauty

Your beauty, gift and masterwork of divinity,
Has kept me in vassalage all my life,
Yet I have built a Taj Mahal in verse,
To fortify your memory for all posterity.
Like the immortal fragrance of long faded roses,
Generation after generation shall remember you,
Like the ethereal gallery of midnight stars,
Adorned with their priceless lustres,
I will raise for your memory, monument divine.