Baroness of grace with a rose in your hair  
you walked in beauty  like the light of day      
your  delicate perfume was springtime air  
it scented every corner ,  of your sway    
The newborn flowers strewn across your stare    
hunger for the ***** of a gardeners way  
back in the day when you lived with the Baron  
you bloomed each August like the Rose of Sharon  

But now he has gone to a far away place      
where angels are holding him close to their wing    
As  violets bloom where once he did trace,    
his lips to the touch of your gold signet ring      
you hunger for kisses to cover your face            
but your young youthful lover no longer sings      
He's flown up in heaven where angel's adore    
and spring lasts forever beyond heaven's door  
  
Springtime is here and its bringing no strife  
perhaps you can find a new love of your own  
he's gone to the angels, it cuts like a knife    
adolescent love blown away from your home    
the roses are blooming again bringing life  
to a young Baroness with no need to atone  
Baroness of grace with a rose in your heart,    
spring is calling, now you must do your part.  

Feb. 18, 2021