Sometimes I ponder and I wonder why
A woman who's blessed tears up to cry
And then I remember her eyes so gentle
Feeling so deeply she loves not a little

Her life is a beautiful poem
Her heart is intricately woven
Her God-given life a sacrifice of love;
Her soul made of beauty given from above

Remember her tear; needed; 'tis true
It's a privilege if shared with you
Her sorrows are all yours now, as are her joys
Her heart is in your hands, your love it employs

Lay away the baby dolls;
Forget the fairy tales.
Their wondrous magic pales
When Venus starts her calls.

Remember just one thing
From the books of fairies;
Fair skin, lips like cherries,
And raven locks of beauty sing.

Mirror, mirror on the wall,
One last time tell to me
The secret of my beauty:
Will I be fair at all?