South african girl
French descent
Tree fort stone's throw from the house
In the shade of a riverside forest
In the shade of her eyes
Honey in her eyes
Not far from my house
Seemed she cared
The grass would get knee high
So her old man put horses in the field
She would call me to meet her
Those eyes filled with honey
The oldest austere
The youngest cautious
The middle girl with the honey eyes
Was an adventurer just as I was
She would look at my father as if he was a God
I failed to plant one kiss
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