R. K. Hart
I spoke to the stream about the soft blue of your eyes,
After many a try to copy she failed and cried.
I told the harvest about the colour of your golden hair,
It tried to mimic a beauty beyond compare.
I told the hills the shape of your figure,
A great jealousy I did trigger.
I mentioned to the birds the sound of our voice in song,
They tried to sing as you do til they were horse.
I mentioned your smile to a golden sun,
He put in a good effort but failed by a great sum.
I spoke to the clouds pure and white of your charity,
They tried to love as you do without parity.
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