Grace

GRACE See her like the morning spring of spray Doused the shriveled greens with dew And from her heavenly boudoir ray The drooped flora to brim life anew Her crimson lips is bloomed rose Enticing as bubbles of sweet fresh wine And my heart enlivened by a dose With a kiss possess by Muse divine See her as she walks down the street A perfect gait and feature she carries Her skin glows with no blemish or grit Arrayed with all the forest lilies See her standing high atop the globe For her lovers her hands spread afar And makes all men long with her pose Her bright eyes twinkling like the star Let me come to hug you for all time Oh dearest Grace, for you my heart yen Fertile wife of Celibates at their prime Daughter of God, the mother of men! She guards me to avoid any blame To find goodness in all living beings And with her cloak she covers my shame To make out beauty from ugly things!