The Maiden.

Her skin pops melanin Fresh like the one that lines our cabin A special occasion she glistened As her beauty matches her listening. Her hair as soft as silk Her looks beget that of the meek.

Her beauty that comes with a flush Her lips and soft cheeks bright and lush, Her sweet smiles, enchanting the eyes of beholders, Thrills hearts as she makes her gaze through the wild blossoms. With the gentlest touch I have ever felt. O there's nothing so sweet as the maiden I love!

Her stares could make a thousand go under spells With a perfectly crafted tongue, she tells Of a bright and morning star That seemed so far Bargaining for freedom As she wanted to see the sky

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