It is January now and I hate the dryness,
Her dove-like eyes entice me with their shyness;
I hope and pray this month to be dear,
O! Why did I fall in love this time of the year?
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The same damsel, wears twelve different costumes, but you imagine her as twelve different persons to entertain yourself and us. Well expressed and beautiful as well.
Twelve damsels, all so different, sculpted as if in clay, Twelve damsels, all so different, I love them each in their own way; The Lord be praised for sending these angels down here, Without this master could I have loved twelve times this year. wow its simply beautiful
simply elegant and beautiful loved it........ :)