She tied her hair with a lace, a blue lace:
“there is another?”, I asked kissing her face
She lifted her right foot, “A little orange bow
You may search for it, look down bellow,
Tied on my ankle and also, near my elbow,
The red lace, fastened with joyful grace.
“But that is all?” “Hidden under my attire,
On my belly, there, like a small sapphire,
A small tie… but, oh, don’t you haste:
Trace with your finger the line of my waist,
An emerald bow, but it is not the last:
Hidden is a purple heartshaped figurine… “
And I had to ask, a final challenge to beat
Where is it?... oh, show me where is it?