SILVER HEADED LADY FAIR
All I can do is stand and stare
At the silver headed lady fair
The woman with the silvery hair
Oh beautiful lady standing there
With the waves of silvery hair
Please be the answer to my prayer
HOW FAIR BE YOUR COUNTENANCE
How fair be your countenance
A beauty fairer than the Rose?
How fair be your fragrance
Is it as pleasing to the nose?
How do you compare to the flower
Perhaps this year you are equals
But with each year passing
You will not match its sequels
SUMMER GIRLS
Summer girls
Glistening with suntan oils
Clad in bikinis
On yellow sunlit soils
And how the suitor
Athletically toils
To catch their eye
And so take the spoils
ODE TO MY BEAU
You hold back the night
With your gallantry
You subdue my fears
With your chivalry
You hold me in the light
With your passion for me
WHAT MORE BEAUTY
What more beauty could there be
Than in a maiden lithe of limb
With perfect elegance and grace
And a figure both sleek and trim
Beheld in the vision of a man
Who thinks she only has eyes for him
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