If I were to see
From land across sea,
A beautiful lass
Would come across me
Jet black hair
Would reach the rear
With a lock
On the bosom dock
Starlit eyes
Shine the night skies
Even doused lights
Wouldn’t lose her bright
The lips spoke
As little talk
An angel’s voice
She shared the poise
Alas it goes
Seen but a pose
My wife awoke
Looking nothing like the rose
