While pulling your fingers through your soft blond hair,
You send your sweet, gentle fragrance through the cool mourning air;
With your eyes like puddles of rose fallen dew,
two sparkling jewels dipped in a sky of blue;
and your voice is but a song, beckoning a song birds love,
your skin, your lips, your everything is as flawless as a dove.
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