The Fairy Of Vale
In the coy and sudden waning hour
I saw your portrait blooming more than a flower
Soft encircling petals of daffodils
And your essence thrives along the wavy hills
Dazzled lycaenids are mistook by your grace
And swirled your smile across the cerulean space
By the litherly withering cumulus clouds
Your blush is merely been shrouds
You are rather not born with a fairest cutis
Rather the fair born from your breezeful beauties
The endless lushing meadow that it surrounds
And so your dazzling colors it bounds
Your eyes nearly winked in an hour of even and odd
Where your lips nearly whispered awakening the fairy god
The soughing gust of wind slices your silken hair
As though the daffodils swaying upto the air
The distant people waits you to rise about the shore
To melt away the shivering and the frore
You broke the dawn in earliest spring
As though the guitar struming it's string
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