There is a
Lady of great beauty,
A Lady whom inspires fascination.
Her eyes are so wondrously pretty,
Deep pools of thought and compassion.
There is a Lady of great person,
Gentle and caring, the rose amongst thorns.
Her smile lights up the world like a beacon,
And Her presence, to any place, adorns.
Mere words do prove useless,
Their sweetest sounds fruitless,
In describing the emotions you evoke within me.
And now has come the day,
That I have finally dared to say,
"Sara, will you go out with me?"
A Lady whom inspires fascination.
Her eyes are so wondrously pretty,
Deep pools of thought and compassion.
There is a Lady of great person,
Gentle and caring, the rose amongst thorns.
Her smile lights up the world like a beacon,
And Her presence, to any place, adorns.
Mere words do prove useless,
Their sweetest sounds fruitless,
In describing the emotions you evoke within me.
And now has come the day,
That I have finally dared to say,
"Sara, will you go out with me?"
