Description Of Mary
Description Of Mary


Hair a spindles dream
Of silk one wish to weave
Lips like fresh picked cherries
And ivory skin underneath her sleeve
And they say immaculate heart
With grace enough to save
And sweet words i wish not part
Timeless like all Sundays
Purest of every virgin
A mother to help the orphan
Softest form of womanly version
Named Mary a lady like friend
She warms me when cold is present
Talks with me when comfort i need
She loves most the poorest peasants
To her I pray and plead