From one face, he stared
One is of great beauty
With hair like the tongues of flame
And eyes as dark as night
Looking at her takes his breath away
And time seems to stop at the sound of her voice
Her path is narrow and dangerous
But lined with untold pleasures
Fear grips his heart to trail such a path
But these are promises in her eyes
And desire overwhelms him
Of great beauty is the second.
With hair that glitters like jewels
Looking at her eyes makes him feel like a yielding captive
With no power to resist whatever surrender he demanded
And time seems to stop at the sound of her voice
Her path is paved and crafty
But lined with long tremors of pleasures
His nerves clamor to trail such a path
But her holy innocence leaves him in awe
And passion overwhelms him
Of great beauty is the third also
With hair like golden sun rays
And eyes as bright as the morning star
The sight of her and his heart sings for joy
Her voice calms his troubled soul
Her path is straight and safe
But bare of pleasures
He is reluctant to trail such a path
But bliss, justice, and truth she promises to uphold
And love leaps his heart
A solemn passion is conceived in his heart
He is trapped, left in the middle of nowhere
But a choice he must make
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