Day 289 – Kim


Day 289

He Tells Of The Perfect Beauty by William Butler Yeats

O cloud-pale eyelids, dream-dimmed eyes,
The poets labouring all their days
To build a perfect beauty in rhyme
Are overthrown by a woman’s gaze
And by the unlabouring brood of the skies:
And therefore my heart will bow, when dew
Is dropping sleep, until God burn time,
Before the unlabouring stars and you.
My niece, the perfect beauty, the perfect bride.  I am so in love with this first niece of mine.  Her heart, her joy, the love she exudes.  From the day she was born to the day she gave birth to her own perfect beauty, to this, her wedding day, she has grown ever more lovely.  I love you, my beautiful Kimberly.

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