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Sweet Princess Of The Phaiákians:Nausikaa
Nausikaa
Jealousy of the Graces
Blessed one of Aphrodite
Her beauty is beyond compare
This princess with such grace
Nausikaa
Skin the color of cream
And as supple as the velvet of her robes
Eyes the color of ocean foam
Lips as soft as summer rain
Nausikaa
Her voice cannot compare to the whispering breeze
With breath like sweet honey
Hair falling around her face like blonde shooting stars
Clothing perfumed with smells of delicate flowers
Nausikaa
Touch as caressing as Helios's spring rays
Heart as gentle as the forest rabbit
And as caring as the mother wolf to her pup
This is the princess...this is my love.
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Comments
Lasota Says:
I really like this poem I just dont think that her name should be repeated. Its reputition but no offense it gets kind of annoyingg keep on seeing ehr name toher than that good work. I am impressed by what writing of yours I have seen.