The eyes are blue, as the ocean and the sea,
Her hands are soft, as a pillows feathers flee,
The lips are gentle, as a soul touches the earth,
As your inner heart, feels heats rebirth.
Her arms caress you, as a Coltrane sentimental mood,
As Miles Davis So What, can end any feud,
Her smile is precious, and an blind any room,
Her laugh can erase any negatives that loom.
Her hair is smooth, and flows like heavens waves,
As it brings your emotion, free from any haze,
A gift that is as special, as white peacocks in the field,
Hold on to this gift, and remember never yield.
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