They all adoured her,
her beauty charmed all,
even the stone hearted melt,
a strong vibrance filled her presence,
so pure and untouched was she,
Virgin beauty she stood,
with her blue eyes,
enticing the stone cold men,
her golden blonde hair,
sliding down her body,
as though holding onto her,
wrapped in a white transparent cloth,
every curve of her body was visible,
from her round breasts,
that stood firm as she lay on the ground,
to the path leading to her naval,
all the way down to her long legs,
that lay bend towards her,
as she cries,
in desperation to be touched,
though an angel to them she was,
yet a curse so bitter she bore,
he who comes in contact,
would turn to flames before her,
she weeped and weeped,
imagining the feeling,
of a hand griping to hers,
of a body pressed to hers,
of a soul becoming one with hers.