My canvass has never painted a more beautiful picture
of a more beautiful women,
like a rare jewel hidden in the depths of Poseidon's empire
your image shines through the dark abyss of this imperfect world.
I know.
Artists, they take liberties and over indulge the mind in
useless scenery that sceptics search within,
but you, Eva, perfect Eva, are the muse which moved the pen
to tell the story of the face that launched a thousand ships.
On this villa, over this mountainside
I see your face in the wind that brushes tree tops in the distance
to form a wave through nature,
like God's hand wiping impurities from his earth.
Soon we will have Paris like two
star crossed lovers lip locked in Venice,
and our french love will perpetuate through the world.
Our kisses a break from the bombs that burn in my mind.
Always Yours, In Death and Thereafter
-Adolf
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