D elicate petals of tender beauty, of sensitive grace,
A pensive, fragile sweetness, a fleeting smile of delight,
I n the rain, the mist of tears, still as precious as ever, as dear,
S oftly glowing like starlight gems on the cloak of night,
Y our beauty surpasses my words as I look on your upturned face.

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What the Sun might perceive as He looks down on His beloved daisy. What I myself might perceive …