The Damsel
With Queenly stride she walks, And with soft speech she talks Filled with royal blood, Unmistakably adorable is she Her looks kill Her presence thrills, Her demeanour enraptures the heart, And her smile pierces a very soul When you see a girl beautiful, Mama taught, Look no more than once, Lest your heart gets caught, In the web of passion But how shall I avoid a second glance, And a third and a fourth, For this damsel seems hard to ignore, Oh, what wonder of creation is this! The stars shine in awe, The moon effusive in its praise, The elements acknowledge your sublime beauty, Oh, how the sun wishes it were you. Be it known to you, O daughter so lovely, That in my sight, Thou art Highly Esteemed, And thou art Loved