There was a young maiden, fair was she,
with eyes that sparkled mischievously.
Angel from Heaven, she smiled at me,
I was struck in awe of this most beautiful being.
Never could there have been such a beauty before,
this Sarah M. Gellar holds in her heart so much more.
She's shy, and sweet, a charmer to be sure,
she's a princess who takes nothing for granite, for her heart be so pure.
Upon my pillow rest I my head, and sleep,
and fill my dreams of this fair maiden, God's most precious of sheep.
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