The fair ones hair is like coal
Her lips like the rarest rose
But her eyes are like those of a mole
Hearing her voice is a satisfying dose
Within her is a light
That none could ever find
She is to all without spite
Forever dwelling within her, is a spirit so kind
My heart is poured out for this fair one
Although I only see her once in a Blue Moon
The love for her shall never be done
I do anticipate to see her on a fair noon
The fair one does not know of my feelings
Wait, am I dreaming?
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