Botticelli would have loved your face
With countenance divine and eyes so dark
And wild hair full of snowy fragrant cold
Your heart of thorny pain your love so stark
Botticelli would have loved your skin
And chiseled jaw ripe dewey lips so fine
I lie asleep inside your manly womb
adrift deep in your salty honey brine
Botticelli would have loved your soul
His canvas lighted by your radiant hue
Your shadows not for anyone to own
In death he'd see eternity in you
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beautiful~
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