Meeting her was a beautiful dream come true
A peace that calmed my troubled waters
An imagination of perfection that completed the cards of my soul
A strength to my fainted man within.
Behold, i sighted the damsel of pearl, in the beautiful garden of grace
I could see the beautiful smile on her radiant face
But in my deepest soul, i long to hold her in my arms
Never wanting to leave HER alone.
She is as beautiful as the Roses in the garden
Her skin is as radiant as the blossom
Her cold lips could melt the lips of a stranger”
She could twist her flexible waist to the waves of the beautiful moonlight.
She sits among the Lilies of Eldorado
The aquas of Feorŕe
Pure as the crystal waters
The sun shines in her favor, even in the wildest hours
Alas! SHE is not perfect.
She is created with the beautiful petals of gold and allure.
But SHE is with thorns at the corners of her heart
Meeting her was the nightmare i could never get over
She is with the heart of fury and rage
She has laid on the beds of immorality
Seduction is her daily activity
Life could write her history on the bitter pages of truth
She is dressed with the scarlet of golden problems
Graced with the beauty of the beast
Her fingers are as the sharpness of blades
Her body is filled with thorns and brambles.
“Alas… I wish i had met a reed in place of her”