A touch of gold upon crystalline
waters – Oh, women, mother earth.
Morning’s star – evening’s grace…
lovely beauty, resplendent place.
Shine thus bright, oh delicate one.
Ribbons of lust – thirsty eyes drink;
child of beauty mimics natures scenery.
Nourishing summer streams in hues of blue.
As the golden sunset lays upon her skin.
Mother adorns in autumns treasure chest rustics;
but lusty color lingers always in auburn maidens.
Ribbons of lust linger in your auburn hair;
mother adorns autumn so well.