Is it she whose eyes glow
like the morning sun?
Or is it she who can give you
her golden lips of honey?
Are her eyes keen and her
hands stronger than the grip of death?
Is her heart softer than lilacs
or is it firmer than an anvil?
Will she comfort you in your
hour of need or will she fade away
with the sunset?
Is it your face she caresses or
is it the face of a hungry panther she desires?
Does she come to your arms and
your arms only or does she sample those
of other loves?
What will you do when
she is no longer by your side?
Will you beckon her distant shadow
or will you contemplate the mistake
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