Hair like blackest night
Cascade in a waterfall of curls.
A lustrous sheen, matched only by Black Beauty's-
Eyes, two pools of ne'er ending green
Set amidst soft features, worthy of Aphrodite.
As she moved up the college steps
I stopped to turn and stare
She met mine eyes and
Could not help but smile-
For we both knew, then, that my heart
No longer was mine but belonged to her.
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