The Millers’ daughter was often sought for
her passionate stare and russet-red hair.
A beautiful girl who could love the world,
with her heart as open as the ocean.
Oh, young Demeter, how sweet to see her:
A gilded goddess of acting prowess!
And beneath her smile, true beauty beguiles,
as weary words of hope are gently spurred.
The Spring-time muse who is often confused
for the setting sun or the rising moon.
Her voice as pure as softly chirping birds;
with eyes like sunrise, she breathes butterflies.