2 decades comes to a mellow's pacing;
Like lightning that travels at light speed,
Yet what lies ahead, not one knows facing,
Destiny is a grasp away to heed.
Then of some old stories came in to pass,
Faced from a humble beginning in life,
Of a flower that bloomed among the grass,
With raging storms & fires made stand alive.
What more of this muse be compared to?
Ave Maria, this maid is but blessed;
Such golden voice can halt men & call too,
Her heart of gold that all heavens addressed.
Pique then does this lass can do & say of,
Nothing more than wisdom, blessing, and love.