Long black hair

Draped by her side;

Miss pretty brown eyes,

It's where her beauty lies.

In her heart,

The magic shines.

They call her

Freja

Goddess of love and beauty

I owe my gratitude to thee.

Ruling over her heavenly field

Her name is spelled in the sky,

With tears of gold

Which she cries.

A helping hand

She lends to many

By profession

And good nature.

Sharing the magic in her soul,

To those

Without a light.

Saving lives,

One smile

At a time.

They call her Freja

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