Worth more to me than finest gold;
The greatest treasure to behold.
Reflecting innocence as a mirror—
There never was a damsel dearer.
She lives and walks in quiet grace;
Her very words are silk and lace.
Her eyes are moons of radiant light;
Her skin a smooth and creamy white;
Her lips an Eden’s paradise
Worth any pain or sacrifice;
Her hair cascades in nocturnal tresses.
She is the very proof that God blesses.
She is a maiden virtuous and kind
In heart and soul, body, thought, and mind;
Endowed with a charm and elegance
To match her faith and intelligence.
A precious jewel for all to see—
My blossom of divinity.