Hair like a newborn sunrise,
she sings her happiness in the night;
her amber lips entice,
she moves like no one is in sight;
body of a million six-pence,
bestowed touches on it;
still see the notes' speaking crests,
like time dos't stood or sit;
her graceful hands do is talk,
she minds no blur nor nuisance;
she's voyaged as her thoughts walk,
she gives no mere ignorance...
