Somebody to write a poem like this about them
Song SONG
O lady, when the tipped cup of the moon blessed you
You became soft fire with a cloud’s grace;
The difficult stars swam for eyes in your face;
You stood, and your shadow was my place:
You turned, your shadow turned to ice,
O my lady.
O lady, when the see caressed you
You were a marble of foam
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