Like a tree with leaves,
Green as ever are her leaves.
Talk about behavour around me,
Exubarating thoughts around me.
Body well served from the One,
Surly the One is pleased by her.
Shy eyes, beautiful smile,
Sexual corruption with a smile.
Loved by lover confused by love.
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