Power of the Maiden

Starting with her hair seems lot unfair!

Staring at an angel is something I can't dare.

Her voice ignites my inner fire- my doom,

And looking at her becomes my only desire.

Ne'er have I seen such a maiden- independent but yet so loose,

Full of concentration but yet so unaware.

But I fear she doesn't know her powers,

For she seems so in touch with the world like others.

I really hope she realizes her powers before it's too late,

Oh! and I also hope one day I will be her mate.

But first I must pick myself up and approach her direct.

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