Whence the midnight stars have lost their summer burn and are but feigning, turn they to Carmen's eyes.
She dances in the square, her brocade muslin captures the strength of all in her space. Her delightful toes do but lightly caress the ground as she floats upon the air.
Whence the snow laid peaks crave the long forgotten summer sun to touch their frozen souls, turn they to Carmen's eyes.
Her breathe can at once forgive a demon's curse. With a gentle smile all is banished but the warmest breeze. Her heart abundant and forgiving can bring serenity to all who witness.
Blessed be he who she holds to her breast for tis he and he alone who will be forever content in the quietness of her spirit.
-Johnny V.
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