The shade of her skin,
Is neither light nor dark.
A colour of chocolate,
brown with a spark.

The moon would surely be jealous,
If at night her face was to be displayed.
Her brightness would overpower it instantly,
And her beauty it would chase.

The shy earth never ceases,
To blush from the lightness of her feet.
It hangs on tight to every step she takes,
Until her destination she meets.

Her eyes are hard to describe,
Nearly shutting whenever she smiles.
Dark as night are her pupils,
But the light of her teeth shine for miles.

The stars long to see her,
And the birds miss her voice.
The atmosphere lingers on to her presence,
Not loving her was never a choice.
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