Ah, Gentle Maiden Poem by al moye

AH, GENTLE MAIDEN
Ah, gentle maiden, who made you?
So gentle and beautiful too
Eyes the shape of golden almond
Your heart a wealth of diamond

Ah, gentle maiden, who made you?
You angelic and perfect too
Your body a burning fire
Its flame beyond expire

Ah, gentle maiden, he made you whole
And gave you my world to hold
And play with like a child
Your antics ever so wild

For my poor heart is your toy
And its end surely your ploy
As my hearts to bits you tear
And watch in awe as I weep and tear.