Spun Gold - Rondel Prime

Her hair is the color of spun gold, Her lips like the petals of a rose! Her teeth like white pearls that the gods chose, A visage of wonder to behold. Her great beauty has not been half told An intelligence is hers that shows; Her hair is the color of spun gold, Her lips like the petals of a rose. She is mine and mine alone to hold, Love light in her eyes see how it glows! Given to me whom the fates well chose, Determined by them in times of old. Her hair is the color of spun gold. Her lips like the petals of a rose.