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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