After seeing her,
Right there,
By the Martyrs' Monument,
Magnetised I went.
An epitome of beauty was she,
As if before my eyes was Aphrodite,
I kept on thinking about the Creator,
His magnificence, His splendour.
The sun's glow seemed less than her radiance,
Bringing beauty with her amazing presence.
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