The Nymph

She sits on her rock,
I watch from below.
Her hair, brown locks,
Swept over her naked shoulder.

Entranced I can’t break free,
For her smile is captivating.
She knows not what she does
To me and I and mine.

This nymph teases,
I sweat through,
The pain never eases,
For its only ever been you.

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