Miss Sovay

With bright green eyes and long black hair, like a raven, it flies. She walks the streets with a certain savoir faire, proudly wearing a red rose in her hair. Fear not, men in doubt! Miss Sovay is still on the lookout for someone to call her own, Whose heart does not resemble a stone. The men on the street, they just can't compete. So she walks alone with eyes like an emerald stone, searching for the one that makes her tingle to her core. Fear not, men in doubt! Miss Sovay is still on the lookout for someone to call her own, Whose heart does not resemble a stone. She waits for the man she has yet to meet, though many have stopped to observe and greet. “Oh Miss Sovay!” they would call, “won't you have any of us at all?” “No,” she says, “for none of you deliver. I need someone who’s love is as wide as a river.” He walks past her one day, and her heart almost flies away. There’s a curious look in her eyes as she sees an angel in disguise. All is well, men in doubt, Miss Sovay is no more on the lookout; for she has found someone to call her own, whose heart does not resemble a stone.