Men send my Lady flowers, songs and praise;
They wish her restful nights and happy days.
If she is pleased, then I feel gladness for;
She is deserving of all this and much, much more.
If some do sense the beauty of her soul
And vote a “yes” for she who’s pure and whole,
Then I with loving must their praise aver
To know that they but show they value her.
Fair pictures she displays for all to see;
She loves to know true beauty men admire,
That there are those who love the good and free,
And in each soul there burns a healthy fire.
My lady is more love-full than she knows,
And that is why she is my angel rose.