she turns to the sun
nascent smile for His rays
knows only her life's begun
knows not length of her days
morning's kiss on her ruby blush
her colour bright and sure
others pale in their hues hush
she is singular and pure
her heart full of joy
unlike some in the soil
there is no hint of being coy
her splendor is not toil
this single scarlet face
fills all with her love
her breath leaves a trace
in every heart as a dove
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