She had moon eyes, seen from the
Outskirts of the deep oceans,
rival those of Queen Makeda dynastīa
When she blinked people ogled.
It was like a cloud walking past the sun
But their eyes glistened when she yawned too
Alas, they will never see her
The kin did daily tasks
Roaming around her as always,
Until King Solomon arrived at their doorstep,
And asked for her hand,
Maybe heart too.

They put the mat on the sand.
The father and elderly tribe locked hands.
Five camels and two bags of gold later
She was his and no longer alone