How can one wonder about true love?
I answer all their questions,
Every time I think of you, my dove
Your skin holds great exceptions.
While most wither in their cage
Your beauty is like fine wine
Simply improving with age
Making those around you pine
And commit the sin of envy
Wishing they possessed your flawless skin
Waiting to see you in a movie
Happy then to be your kin.
Now your sisters see
And lead you to the sea.
