Her appearance is quite elegant
She wears dew-drop dischord
Her gown is made of satin cloud
The best she can afford

The wind between her is her shawl
The sun nuzzles her crown
Just a quick and breathy smile
Can cause the world to drown


Her hair is that of crystal glass
That falls well past her waist
It smells as fresh as life itself
And carries musk distaste

She props it high upon her brow
And lets it down again
Soft rain touch is now a spear
When she lets it all descend


Her skin contains a beauty unknown
With shade from black to white
It indents and folds and hides
And gives painful delight

Smoothness with a touch of gleam
It is as pearls would be
She breaks the heart of every man
Who is able to see

What captivates the soul of man
And brings them to surprise
Her most entriguing attribute
Would surely be her eyes

They are black and so serene
As peaceful as the sky
If she sees you not in her favor
You will surely die