Eyes like a meadow,
parched by the heat of an unforgiving summer sun,
but quenched by its life giving rain,
Hair of a moon light luster,
Skin soft as silk,
but tanned like leather with a kiss from the sun,
A voice that heralds the arrival of true love,
sweet and soft like that of an instrument of no known caliber,
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