I know a woman with dark brown skin

With flashing eyes and dimpled chin

Who is quick of wit and short of hair

A sorceress beyond compare


Daily taken and bewitched am I

With just the thought of her brown eyes.

The touch of her hand, her shape, her smell

Weave a magic and powerful spell

Yet I strongly free from frown or fret

Do not seek a magic amulet

To break her spell.  No I delight

To bathe with relish at my plight.


Thus I shall revel in her charms

Rejoice to hold her in my arms

Then take the strength I can compose

My own sweet love, my darling Rose.

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