You are impervious to their assaults.
With an aura that inflicts numbing pain.
Yet men will jump into your deadly vault.
More potent then the darkest of the rose,
One touch will steal the workings of a soul.
The irresistible caress of thy nose,
Forces men, to buckle to ash and coal.
See, thy beauty is that of the gods.
With more guile then a wise auburn fox.
Men try to prod at her with sharpened rods,
But she stands tall, like the majestic rox.
For you my beauty, I have fallen too,
Lets see if a divine love may ensue.
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