White Feather

Her smile is gracious as God's stars that nightly fill the sky, As sweet as water when it's sparce and when one's throat is dry... As precious as the rainbow's glow, as in an arc it spreads And like a waterfall in flow that stirs the waterbeds... Her hair is dark as ravens' wings, yet when the light is right, There's silver there like angels' wings that perfectly delight... A small white feather decorates just like a totem pole, As from a dove that never hates, with love its constant goal... Her lips are soft and sweet to kiss, as if to say, 'Thank you! ' As if expressing utter bliss, romance forever new... They make her heartfelt feelings known, no secrets can they hide. They say, 'Don't leave me all alone with yearnings here inside...' Her heart is tender as the doe, that walks in innocence... Two hundred ponies to and fro, her marriage recompense... And yet her heart she cannot sell, but only give away... This Indian Princess, known so well, they named, 'Appearing Day'...