The Beauty is there in the Judgment of Paris.
Her auburn hair is immaculate strands of
resurrected crown among the virgins.
I yearn at her olive skin and scented lips.
Do not depart, or I will see demise untimely.
The Beauty is there in the Judgment of Paris.
She trembles with sheer illumination
of life, of flight, of heaven.
Hundred daffodils are far away but lovely.
Their absence makes my darling a major damsel.
The Beauty is there in the Judgment of Paris,
emancipating the contest of Aphrodite, Hera and Athena.
A pluck of democracy will never be forgotten.
A tick of time will always be repeated.
A mighty name is unsung among the Trojan Women.
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