Beautiful but not too beautiful,
As beautiful as a blazing black bird.
Black but not too black,
As black as the sun way word.
Short but not too short,
As tall as shortness could ever be.
Not gold is the colour of her golden green eyes,
Nor knowing the colour of her black beautiful skin,
Her eyes are as glittering as the diamonds of stars,
The fire of her eyes, when I look at it,
Makes me want to love her with lovable loves,
O her eyes could destroy the soul of desire.
I am that one,
that eyes,
That gleams,
the Beholder.
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