She is a bird who sings and plays
Such songs as make one weep.
Such grace and beauty she displays,
Her talents run twice deep.
She comes from Nordic stock where spells
Are woven in her lovely soul.
This girl bewitches and compels,
Her virtues I could long extol.
A being near celestial, pure
As sunshine on a hidden sea.
While I stand on the furthest shore,
And watch her there most silently.
A daughter of the king, a gem
Whose warmth can melt all ice,
Her hair a pretty diadem,
She is that pearl of greatest price!
I am so touched. This poet is one of the best, and is so very kind.
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