The Lady

There is a lady I know, She is never below, Though she walks low, And moves slow. This lady She has a heart, That heals those hurt, Reassembles every soul that is cut, And restore them to a pure start. This lady She has a soul, That revives those in foul, Lifts those who are to fall, To a better eternal growth. This lady She has a natural beauty, That is touchy, Holds a man’s heart firmly, And leaves him desire for more. This lady She has a voice, Incomparable to the best music melodies, A voice that lulls all wounds, And soothes a heart into tranquility. This lady She is the epitome of my joy, She is the one we committed a perfect crime with, She carries my heart and, I, hers, She is the Love of my Life