Long blonde locks that frame your Angel face,
Woman's divinity, woman's grace.
Thoughtful be thy everlasting gaze,
As thine own heart stringed music plays.
Peace upon this earth comes from thy look,
Thou art woman, woman art no open book.
Thy divinity touching every heart,
Leave with this Dark man a tiny part.
A woman of Love, a walking dream,
A temple of Love, a Love supreme.
Veronique, sweet Veronique, the light of thine eyes,
Angel Veronique, my Soul it cries.
Touch me with thy Angel light,
May your temple shining bright,
Touch my darkness through the night.
Thine eyes, pools of Love, divinity of sunlight,
Heart of glory, shining bright.
Angel's breath on wings is sighing,
Touch the Soul of darkness crying,
As the night be slowly dying.
And in the morning thou shalt not remember,
The Angel woman so warm and tender.
Divinity in mortal form,
From thy life all pain is gone,
And happy shall be your new morn'.