"Priscilla" by Arcassin Burnham
The beauty in you is divine,
when you talk the birds sang,
i hope i didnt get out of line,
by asking for your name,
a angel you are,
all so natural,
like beautiful stars from afar,
or a bowl of cherries from the ararelle,
ur amazing,
in every place u go,
wise and gracious,
from everyone you know,
i couldnt get over ur smile,
more than anyone could see,
haven't seen anything like that for awhile,
but leave that between you and me lol.
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