iambic meter
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Your smile is sunlight to me.
Each time I see its beauty I cry
Tears of joy rather than sadness
The brightness it provides each day,
I ride a horse through dreary woods
With crimson marble eyes.
Swamp serpents circle chestnut trees
Whilst I lash blackened thighs.
We cross betwixt the mist and sea
And piercing rays of dawn,
