By The Flip of Her Hair

No other power of nature compares with that of each gorgeous strand, like a veil crafted by angels with material weaved from only the most exquisite fabrics those unblemished hands could find among that golden kingdom high so high beyond the beyond of the clouds, to shade the radiance of her beauteous face for the sake of man's eyes lest they be left to burn to crisp as those pupils of those fools who stare into the sun for sheer magnificence of it, glowing and glowing so ever far away, she holds great power in her sultry figure that with a flip of her hair, she could influence a multitude of men to her willing each showing of her seemly skin can fire a lust among men that only the most conservative can truly resist, sometimes she uses it to her advantage, though oftentimes she's humble, fair and fair like the crisp mountain breeze, there be many lovely ladies among the vast populace of the world but there be none that stir up a passion in my heart like hers, though the beauty of her flesh be great, her heart is what I truly adore, the gentleness like that of a caring mother though she yet has no children of her own, her dedicated and disciplined drive to accomplish the goals she has set for herself sets her apart from those that lack such traits, therefore she is a jewel among the midst of merely pretty stones, precious so precious against the background of normality, by the flip of her hair she attracts the multitude as sweet flowers attract bees, but because of the fire in her heart, she has awakened mine.