Her words are always kind,
Her kind heart is a fountain of pleasure,
Her smile spreading joy in the vicinity which is to treasure,
She is like Shakespeare’s poetic verse,
Don’t take her away oh lord I shall have you to curse.
Oh lord I follow you with all my devotion,
But the Gods also mock my bewildering emotions,
To be with her once more is the only notion,
When I wander in darkness,
She rescues me with her saintly notion.
The angels gentle smile,
The angles grace,
The angles sparkling eyes,
To lay my eyes on them is the only escape from this melancholic life cries.