Her dark emeralds seemed
Like a secret chest of unknown truth,
But sweet lips bloomed in a smile
That would entice old Merlin too.
Her soft skin shone brighter than pearls;
And her thick long dark curls-
All speak well of her gracious beauty:
But her thoughts remain a mystery.
Who is she and where is she from-
I care for nothing at all.
All I know is now I'm a slave
Of this mysterious beauty.
I waited patiently in silence
Hoping she would bless me-
By granting those striking glances
That I may treasure for eternity.
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