Oh, her eyes, like crystal, gleam with playful light,
A secret fire that dances through the night.
Her laughter spills like petals on the breeze,
And every glance brings even hearts to knees.
Her milk-white form, so tender and so fair,
Holds gentle warmth and flames beyond compare.
Each step she takes, the world itself shall sway,
As shadows bend to follow her ballet.
Her lips, a rose where whispered secrets dwell,
A fleeting spark that casts a subtle spell.
Her hair, a river dark, both soft and free,
Each strand a veil of endless mystery.
Oh, let me linger in her radiant blaze,
And lose myself within her wondrous gaze.
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