Spring day shining in her eyes.
Dusky essence of dreams around her hair.
Feminine wiles of provocation with every move.
Warm excitement on her skin of soft peaches.
Lips calling to her would be king, invitation only.
Lifting fragrances to greater heights entering a room.
Icy streams of March enchanted by her voice.
In the trees drifts the echoes of her name.
While she reigns there will be more fallen men.
Ruling with a delicate hand and love\'s power.