Lovely as a flower in a field
her beauty incomparable
her voice more melodious
than any musical instrument
a disposition as sweet as
the disposition of an angel
but, alas, for him because
she was his sister
he spent his life trying to find
a woman as perfect as her
hoping she be his wife
but never found a woman
that was his sister’s equal.

Bob Boyd

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