Her name is a gift
Her color is a lift
She is the blood rose
A lady you may get close
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Damsel In Black
Her name is a gift
Her color is a lift
She is the blood rose
A lady you may get close
The royal highness of beauty
Oh yes she really looks pretty
The one who smiles to win
Even she made happiness a king
The walker that steals your sight
And make you run with flight
She took me to outer space
And landed me in grace
And for there I saw a song
As sweet and melodious as her tongue
A voice that sung her name
For a heart she has to claim
Deeply in touch with affection
Even though she keeps that probation
A precious little silver
Which fell down to a keeper
To her shall I say my words
Only if she really cares
The gray balls in her head
By those stones I am so fed
I am so touched by that hair
The twists it makes in the air
The sound it makes between the lines
The brakes it does in the vines
Her leap so brave
Those tighs that crave
And behold I say unto thee
Cast a spell on me
And lock my heart
In your flat.