My dear damsel in distress,
She walks with roses on her feet,
Has Daisys woven in her hair,
And wears jasmines as a dress.
My dear damsel in distress,
She's autumn and winter,
Looks like summer and spring,
And feels like a warm summer night.
My dear damsel in distress,
Has hair the shade of night,
Stars glistening in her eyes,
And smile curved like a moon.
My dear damsel in distress,
She's a beautifully complicated oxymoron,
An open secret,
Is foolishly wise,
And awfully pretty.
