Ever indebted I am to her beauty,
by Albert Price
An eternal gratuity to her furtive grace.
She who spun this globe so astutely,
From saccharine thoughts beyond time and space.
Her love a visitorless treasure;
Her thoughts an endless stream of bliss.
Onward orbits her twining measure,
Inebriating ripeness upon her lips.
A billion pleasingly sweet princesses
In one glance of her gorgeous loveliness,
Beyond all pleasure a word addresses
Or borrows vocabulary to express.
My humble gratefulness could swim any sea,
A ravishing beauty she may ever be.