Her

Her born to the deathbed. Of unmanning love of her smell and sweetness, especial in her tears
Her victim and pilot on by man, vixen and left to repair.
Her divan and beautiful Beauty in her own eyes that smiles and peers, lost by the caution of moral sins.
Her skin tone raven copper cool to the touch
unsolid and depleted by schoolboys' charms. or crush
Us & her to strong designs of Moring glory shines of bright vivid past moons
Who's her you say? she is me-she is you. she is they; she is her and that make her woman of this university.