With a Flower in Her Hair
She asked how she looked with the flower in her hair.
Shocked by her beauty, the words did elude me.
But later, thinking back, the memory decreed words.
A pretty woman with a flower in her hair
Brings to this world all the magic man can desire
You are the delicate perfection of a snowflake
You are the life that dwells in earth
You conceal the sizzling fuse
Halt! Here I must cease, lest I scorch myself in fire.
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