The gaze of a maid,
So dim and fair,
has hit it's mark,
In here, out there.
One would say,
I love her so,
Others would pray,
My mind wouldn't stray,
And that I wouldn't let her go.
She sings to me,
On a moonlit night.
There's nothing else,
But her gaze, her sight.
The gaze,
Sending me in a haze,
Under the starry sky,
Trapped in a deep daze.
I cannot free myself,
From her majestic stare,
Her Gaze,
A Daze,
A Maiden Fair.
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Anna HopkinsUTAboutI guess you could say, it all started in third grade. I didn't know I apparently had a talent, so when we were asked to write a story, or a poem, or god-knows-what, I went up first, always a big fan o.. more..Writing
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