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Ode 2
Lo! Your locks are much black than rose black.
Pretty gold skin, even gold is far most gold than your skin's gold.
You are the centre of jasmine stone. What a perfect balance on this woman's face.
I would like to touch those red zircon on your cheeks with the touches of my lips.
For your lips is softest as petal,
As if You scrub them with rose water.
O, I know how tasty is, to drink honey and milk within your mouth.
And it felt relishable than chocolate bovetti.
Your smooth Chin blows my heart, hies blood into the dwelling of my soul.
O, what on earth that can makes me depart from you?
None mirth you hold me,
For your love is fair than moon, tougher than fine brass.

© Vanele Mtileni