Romanian Maiden Ruth
Romanian maiden with an angel’s face
A gorgeous body, and a walk of grace
Swirling hair with a bit of a bounce
A mystical magician with an adorable flounce
Surreal ideas swirl within her mercurial mind
Brighter than Zeus’ daughter, one of a kind.
Time would stand still for her if it could.
She has an intense passion for being good.
She reads our palms and our tea leaves too.
We are mesmerized by her azure eyes of blue.
She cares not for our opinion but lives her truth.
She is an anomaly, this attractive maid named Ruth.
Her prophetic ways are scary for some.
She is exciting and resourceful; we never think dumb.
She has talents she might have not yet honed.
Her sassiness is subtle, and her confidence owned.
Many are jealous but cannot fathom her friendship.
She is active and fun. Knowing her is a fantastic trip.
I am glad to call Ruth friend, and she calls me pal.
She is ethereal and fine, a terrific esoteric gal.
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