By Damien Knight
Is there a woman more fair than thee?
Eyes swirling green as a stormy sea.
Your skin sun kissed perfection,
Your lips soft made for passion.
Women have reason to envy your beauty.
Your tresses wild, dark and wavy
My heart longs for your embrace.
Eyes closed all I see is your face.
No there is no woman who compares
To my lady of shadows, fair.
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