How soft is every moonbeam
When bounced upon her face
That leaves with kind reflection
In lines of curving grace

How hot is every passion
When held within this child
That bakes inside unnoticed
And hatches timid wild

How sweet each kiss delivered
As nights and days play on
With moistened lips to wet the smile
In arms that greet the dawn

Not always was her passion
To be found with friendly grin
For twice her heart was broken
From trust*s unforgiven sin

Do take hold of her forever
With promise to never harm
And coax her trust returning
In compassion*s urging warm

For though her heart burns quiet
With flames in silence* clutch
What was charred from disapointment
Still warms with tender touch

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