What a beauty she is
Oh ! who can see her insides
The closeness of perfection
What else can he want
Physical beauty she has not
But that which she poses
Can only be found in the few
Of which she is one of them
I pray for thy soul all day long
That thou mayest keep the works
Grace and honor has found you
And in thy bosom love emits
Who has thy heart has got gold in flesh
And the necessities of life begins
Yeah, she holds the four aces
And the winds stand still for her
Who can find someone sweet as you
That the waters give its respect to
Thy fountain shall never cease
To bless the sons of men with a heart
In thy sweet spot shall he find
The missing piece of his lonely life
There he shall always call home
13th of August 2008
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