Oh My Lady

Jess brown

 

 

Oh, my dearest, Oh my lady.

How does thy devine luster compare?

Let me count the ways;

No rose could match her crimson lips.

No Sycamore Oak could match her beautiful locks.

No doves coo could ever match the radiance of her song.

No forest form could match the emerald of her eyes.

No doe’s love could match the joy of her smile.

No foot step in her wake, could ever compare thee path of peace.

Oh my dearest, Oh my Lady.