A famous poem by Pierre Rogers.
But still worthy of Paula...

Who has not looked upon her brow,
has never dreamed of perfect bliss.
But once to see her is to know,
what beauty, what perfection is.
Her charms are the growth of heaven.
She decks the night with hues of day.
Blest are the eyes to which it is given,
on her to gaze the soul away.

                            -Pierre Rogers

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