Smiling under the royal reign of this hidden valley
My majestic queen dressed in nothing but a bit of fabric
clinging to her perfect frame
concealing her untouchable glory so that my eyes can see the wet beauty that is she
taking a gushing waterfall while balancing on one stalwart foot
with hands outstretched she withstands the pressure of this waterfall’s well
As if admittedly bowing to her stoic statured dance
the water bends earnestly to the pike of her muscled rampart
A knight with a woman’s heart
My love for you is not even matched by the mouth of this ridge’s bleeding heart
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