My Fairy Tale Love
Her elegant moves are swift
Bees confuse her with a petal
They sing and circle her bosom,
Before they sigh and fly away in confusion.
Many a damsels may be beautiful
But they equal you not my graceful
You tame a man with a vile love potion
With a short melodious and persuasive notion.
Children adore you
The respect of the aged you win
Your absence for a minute equals decades
My beloved, treasured flower that never withers.
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