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The moonbeams meekly whisper,

And the twilight’s beauty fair,

While envious shooting stars,

Stream through her shaded hair.



Locks of darkened velvet,

Black as the mid of night.

Flow beside her cat-like eyes,

With sight so true and bright.



Emerald glimmering green,

With the light of day sky blue,

Contrasting with the ruby lips,

With a red and off-shade hue.



How could lips so soft and gentle,

Cause ill with just one breath,

And with one touch to a crimson brim,

The fatality could be death?



How could eyes so sweet an charming,

Tempt one to be so sad,

And with one look inside her mind,

Provoke one until he’s mad?



It’s because of her pure beauty,

That men are often slain.

She causes wars, inside their minds,

And makes them live in vain.