He who dreamt that freckles denoted youth
and innocence was just plain dead wrong.
This perfect pretty shows only unvarnished truth.
Freckle sprinkled green eyes conjure song.
And a song of loyal full-bodied manly love
is what her visage brought tumbling forth,
before he could hold back a white dove,
it was sent with branch of rose to the north.
No battlements raised in her defense so strong
could push back his tender token of his love.
Into her ivory hands settled dove with cooing song,
unmelodious but like angel song from heaven above.
She of green eyes and sprinkled freckles sweet
saw embodied in the bird a love both precious tender
and in its perfection the very thing to entreat
her passion in return; her complete loving surrender.
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