She walks in grace through the night
Sweet her face as transparent as mirage
Eyes wide like sweetest white blossoms
Nose aquiline and fine
Breast sweet as moon crescents
Mouth red and honey sweet
Tongue sugary and bitter not
Shoulders creamy as ocean's waves
Waist willowy and narrow slim
Hips round and curvy sublime
Refined as wine unknown
Creamy her skin worth more than gold
Hair tresses thick and curly
Limbs curve a man's delight
Feet dainty and slimly arched
Light her steps breeze heard not
Voice mellow as sweet brooks
Throat slim and precious bee
Safe as fine gold she will be
Twirl Grace of Night under sweet mistletoe
Marry marry for they court thee all
By Felicia McCaw
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