Stole her my heart with her gentle mien, conquered she my soul with her peculiar mildness like a dove of May.
So sweet where her angelic smiles, that flung open wide my arms.For thought I this is flesh of my flesh, bone of my bones.
For I never knew that buried beneath, the loveliness, was the craftiness of a fox, instinctiveness of an adder, lurking in the dark to strike its prey.
For shattered she my heart and made my world cold, when flee she with my kin.
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