Eternal beauty shall thou bestow on the ones regarded pretty.
In your shimmering moonlight fames itself the Night like some mere parasite.
But you, You the unparalleled epitome of marvellous grace bless nature in glory.
Who can hate thou? Must it be the burning, fiery Sun.
Jealous, for her light fades opposite to yours.
Can’t put a blame, Can I?
For thy incredible moonlight!
Endless, timeless, eternal beauty shall thou bestow on the ones existing, eminent and regarded pretty.
Not an appraisal but the Truth-
In your divinty, Milady