While walking the middle path
between sky and land,
I met a lady who
would become a special friend.
Her cheeks are velvet,
her hands as warm as silk.
Her hair is bright & cloudy,
her voice is a watery brook.
Perhaps you think I lie or flatter,
but I would not stretch the truth.
She is all this and more —
mature, yet full of youth.
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