Don’t sting the most stunning girl from heaven:
Her lightface is like gold but not stone-cold:
Eyes shine like stars, stars like eyes of the sun;
Bold smiles are her styles: virtue to behold.
This is the girl, down-to-earth on this earth:
Her embrace gives life; life gives her a face;
She likes childbirth, a virtue worth her worth:
Matchless grace, not found in a marketplace;
Human, one a human calls a woman,
Mum, yes a mum, even without a child,
For in her pain, she’s still sane and human;
In her heart, she’s a sweetheart to a child;
Don’t sting her, sing for her and marry her,
She’s humane, again a stunning creature.
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