I heard a story long ago
About a lovely girl.
They said her beauty was the most
Exquisite in the world.
I went to see her loveliness
And gaze into her eyes.
Her beauty held me in a trance
As I sat paralyzed.
She sat alone beside a stream
With flowers in her hair.
I could not find the words to speak.
All I could do was stare.
She turned towards me and smiled a smile
So lovely to behold.
Her eyes caught mine and I could feel
Her warmth of love unfold.
She beckoned me to join her in
That meadow she called home,
But when I crossed the stream I found
The lovely nymph was gone.
April 20, 1981
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