Beautiful Thee

Angels of Heaven
Cast out the glances
Of thee, Magnificence
Thy beauty, Incomparable

Nor poet can dare write
Beauty of thee
In words nor in lines
Of all that exists
Are compelled to glance thee

Sun of the morning
Bow down to thee
Its kingdom, weakened in abut thee

Moon diminishes its glory
Thy beauty, appreciated by the entire
May none ever step on Earth
Like thee - thus thy beauty incomparable
Incomparable to whichever worldly obsession

Of Beauty Queens
Thy being ranked top of all
Why - Cuz thy beauty incomparable
Faultless in thee
Lord sprinkled pure mois on thee