Magical Moment
Beautiful nymph.
That fountain, that you call hair.
Your lips must speak,
Such tales.
Floral features contrast
Your eyes,
Like secrets
That hide,
Your soul.
Hair cascading,
Never-ending
Blending
Into her attire.
White, lace- like,
Flowing
As water
Melting into the earth.
So perfect,
You wear
An imaginary tiara.
Gleaming dangerously,
In my imagination.
This magical moment is all yours.
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