FAIR MAIDEN

FAIR MAIDEN

In all the world I thought
I'd never find a maid
With golden hair flowing
And blue eyes the shade

Of the ocean churning;
Until the day I met you -
With rosey red cheeks
And lips of a scarlet hue.

The scent of jasmine
Fills the summer air;
A glimspe of beauty
You chose to share.

Fair maiden, you mean
All the world to me;
I am yours forever,
Throughout eternity.

Countrymom
10/5/03

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