I did not chop down the tree.
So believe me when I say to you,
There's no end to your beauty.
A Hera among shallow Aphrodites,
Sweeter than night's first star.
The most difficult riddle,
How I wonder what you are.
I aim to be your eyes,
And guide you through darker days.
No matter the circumstance,
In my heart, gold you will stay.
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