My lovely lady, a poem in her beauty,
Tosses her hair, and walks with grace,
Protecting her is my duty.

She's a poem all throughout, the inside is what counts,
Deeper in meaning, with a loving heart,
Her kindness is no limited amount.

I love my lady poem, she has beauty in her soul,
God has blessed her pretty face,
And she's as gifted as a burning coal.

I love her more than ever, she's a poem in her heart,
I thank the Lord she's here with me,
And pray she won't depart.