Your hair as flowing grass,
Swaying softly in the wind.
Reaching beyond,
As if something to give.
Then your eyes,
As emralds of kings.
Gazing into forever,
With the beauty they bring.
The majesty of your smile,
Bringing peace within.
Calming troubled hearts,
Bringing wrath to and end.
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