The Lady
There is a lady I know,
She is never below,
Though she walks low,
And moves slow.
This lady
She has a heart,
That heals those hurt,
Reassembles every soul that is cut,
And restore them to a pure start.
This lady
She has a soul,
That revives those in foul,
Lifts those who are to fall,
To a better eternal growth.
This lady
She has a natural beauty,
That is touchy,
Holds a man’s heart firmly,
And leaves him desire for more.
This lady
She has a voice,
Incomparable to the best music melodies,
A voice that lulls all wounds,
And soothes a heart into tranquility.
This lady
She is the epitome of my joy,
She is the one we committed a perfect crime with,
She carries my heart and, I, hers,
She is the Love of my Life
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