If ever there was a sweeter face,
Twould put these words to disgrace.
And the life they lead through pen and page,
Through mind, body and soul;
Would fall from heaven all alone cast from heaven's grace.
And though there be sweet dreams all round
And many a different sweet scrawling sound;
This pen scrawls of a Jewel.
A quite unique beautiful lover,
One for whom I'd gladly suffer until love for me shes found.