I had never seen a fairy,
Nor had I dared to trust in its essence;
Yet, the moment I beheld
Thy gracious visage,
I realized, fairies do exist—
Those figures woven in the fabric of lore,
Whose spectral beauty
I once deemed mere fiction.
Conjured to life in disguised
As an enchanting maiden.
For when I gaze upon thee,
I find myself bewitched by love.
Ah, thou art the very image of one.
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