The truest of all,
you were the purest.
I was a juvenile,
an unworthy man,
yet your companionship
was an embodiment of grace.
I loved you wholeheartedly.
You were a gift not procured
by merit,
but bestowed.
A paragon of beauty,
an epitome of virtue,
your radiance made goddesses
blush with envy.
Though we were from
two different worlds,
our love built bridges
across the divide.
I desired the world to know:
you were a priceless gift,
and my love for you
was inestimable.
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