Fair as ice
Shined, it, like a moon,
And, dazzled in the morning dew.
Her blonde hair,
That the wind did steal
Came slowly back over her face
Back again, to give her a look new.
Her eyes that carve a statue new,
Be it an inspiration for poets anew.
Today, in my dream,
She caught me in my youth.
Forever, I have dreamt,
Dreamt of stars new,
Today I dream,
Dream of her,
Her to come true..............................
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