She was the golden egg
From the golden woman
Her smile would make you cry
But she was, and she is no longer

When she was talking
You wished she would not stop
Until you fell asleep
The world contains only her,
No other has been before.

She was a river
Where you can get water
For the source of your joy
A comfortable heart to cry on
But she was, and she is no longer.

A woman with dark, soft skin,
Beautiful legs as if
They were a doll’s legs,
A loving and caring woman
But she is no longer
No one can replace her –
She was created
In her own way,
A perfect God creation,
But she is no longer.