What is it about her
that makes the fiercest of men
melt into puddles at her feet?
It certainly isn't her innocence.
They wine and dine her,
and she gleefully accepts
gentlemen's glittery gifts,
but she doesn't know
what she's doing to them...
Or does she?
What mischief lies behind
that playful smile?
There's an irresistable quality in her way,
a kindness,
something rather radiant, I'd say.
But there's a theif behind
that sweet smile.
She steals hearts
and leaves behind only
the smell of sweet perfume.
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