a thousand saints
would fall myrtre
in a heavenly hue
you are the fairest
by far the prettiest
in purest of colours
mirror, mirror
amazingly georgous
purity indepth vision
white rose

most beautiful
satin soft petals
falling from the heart
outwards crowning
heavenly beauty

sweetest aroma
drifting on air
upon scent
prettiest of all flowers
in thorns you
played the part

deep inside
invites from colour
the softest kiss
upon light of day

mirror ,mirror
caressed so sweetly
in the rising sun
by the morning dew
beautiful
within