In her eyes,
Dances flames of passion,
In her voice,
Professings of authority.

Her strides,
Gracious and royal,
Captivating the attention,
Of the aesthete.

The sight of her,
Giving motivation to the artists,
The artists,
Marvels of her perfection.

The magazines,
Display images of her,
Giving her her spotlight,
As the spotlight is only hers.

The mirrors quiver,
Such beauty never been beheld,
Other images fade,
Giving highlight to her image alone.

She rises,
Taking her crown,
Never falling down,
She is beyond,
She is above.
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