Once was a girl who had a lovely face
With deep blue ocean eyes, shined as sapphire
And lips crimson red, as blossoming tulips
And rosy cheeks that charmed a whole Empire

The girl was known for her bewitching beauty
Petite as roses, striking like a statue
Blessed with wit and ace acuity
Little was known of, by ones attached to

The girl was bright and cerebrally sharp
Seeking for recognition, her prime right
Though she was brill, she'd been mostly dried up
Told to keep quiet, praised like works of art

Oh girl, I wonder how shall I describe thy grace?
A pretty girl with a witty mind or a witty girl with a lovely face