Ooh Lord

Lord, today I saw her, like a bride walking down an aisle Moving in all your glory and glowing all the while Prettiness with petite cutie and beauty in a pile I saw a flash of lightning in one enlightening smile A student in the making, yet a model in her style Lord, even a rose ain’t that angelic in its entire beauty file I asked for her name but she just stared down in a frown I stood my ground and she said June is the noun With a voice so shy yet a melodious sound I hope she sees me as no less than a charming prince Because a princess she is, if she wasn’t that ever since For just the sight of her can put a man’s man in a wince She looked so precious, an enchanted heavenly sight My silly little heart quivered, somersaulted and pounded with delight My pen bled love as this sight i jotted with the braveness of a knight Lord, I was gripped by the fright of a night not seeming so right For a dream not so dry she provokes when you kill the light I saw the calmness of the ocean reflected in a brown pair of eyes I saw the radiance of a twilight captured in such a skin, I no tell lies And the smile of a crescent moon that makes the sun not rise If she is in your image lord, then you really must look nice For such is the reason I always wished Christmas came twice!