Seek upon her grace
As though she were silver.
Her beauty glistens,
To outshine the brightest star.
The echos of her hearts pulse,
As it flows like and enchanted spring.
Her eyes to mistify,
Even the roses fall to her beauty.
She is a priceless gem.
At least this heart has been honored by to seek.
To seek her love though,
As my heart bleeds into these prayers.
To look up in the sky and hope,
That she is always going to be there.