Her eyes were like two lakes
on each side of small hill.
Covered over pies of apple
looked the eyelids.
Cheeks like tomatoes
lips petals of rose.
Appeared, falling curly hair on face,
as the dark clouds
shadowed the glistening moon.
Gravity of her exquisiteness
pulled the heart to fall soon...
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