i feel so beautiful
that it’s kind of insane
i’m feeling so good
how could i be called vain
a goddess of beauty
with hair that always flows
two eyes glowing perfectly
atop my lovely nose
and when i walk the ground blushes
right beneath my feet
and just wait for what happens
when on a log i take a seat
the flowers pick me now
and the birds hear me sing
and once a mountain kneeled to me
to offer me a ring
the leopards have painted their spots
to look like my skin
the stream longs for me
to peer at my reflection
so that he can see me again
the wind loves when i run
and cut through it’s cool air
the humming birds heart skips a beat
from never seeing anyone so fair
the nectar longs to taste
a delicacy so sweet
can there ever be a match
that i could ever meet
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