Behold her, upon thy pupils entranced;
ambling away underneath a veil of eau;
silken streaks run across her moonlit face;
n’ the mist shows her like a flow.
In fleeting life, t’is angel walks forever on;
beneath shades of blue or blades of green;
beneath skirts of dawn or shadows of night;
to leave all her grace where she’s been.
She hath not, a purpose for self;
She glideth under clouds & stars alight;
and glideth forever and all around;
to hold darkness alight & shadows bright.
In mine life, she doth play t’is little part;
El Fairy Princess, hast hold of all my heart