Her eyes; a velvet, midnight blue, encompassed
Every aspect of purity and mystery.
Her jiving hips, her raucous laugh...
She was the epitome of beauty, yet the Queen of misery.
No words could remove the crown from her head.
Tears danced upon her cheeks and made mockery of streams.
Yet, by all imagination, her smile could sooth all worries
Aside and free all doubts amid their strides.
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