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