A Charming Lass
A charming lass and blessed,
Her breast mine intoxication all times,
Her love I be constantly immersed,
Her lips sweeter as honey,
And her hands as smooth as olive-oil,
With words that sooth mine heart and uplifting to the soul,
Her midnite lamb never ceases to lite,
Shinning with gladsome deeds,
Her home built on the life seven pillars,
Her table always wanting with food and good wine,
She guides I with abundance of her essence, and
Seduces I with smoothness of her lips
And strengthens with her wise words.
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