It was the summer of sixteen twenty-three,
When moonlight danced upon the sea,
And there she stood, like stars in bloom,
Anna, radiant, banishing gloom.
Her yacht lay kissed by twilight’s foam,
A temple drifting far from home,
She smiled, a whisper in the wind—
A queen of mystery, soul and skin.
I knelt beneath the open sky,
And asked with heart, not knowing...
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