The setting sun is in her hair
the green sea in her eyes.
The scent of roses on her lips
and Heaven in her sighs.
Do Angels walk upon this Earth,
in sight of you and me?
Fair messengers from God above,
to court on bended knee?
I think indeed it must be so,
I hold one in my heart.
My eyes have feasted on her form,
a doomed man from the start.
Where now is Freedom's Siren call,
So loud proclaimed last night?
A new day dawns, in beauty cloaked,
and my heart has lost the fight.
I asked for her, despite myself,
while fearing God's reply.
His answer came with curls of fire,
huge emeralds in her eyes.
Her beauty ever on my mind,
as I stumble through my day.
All night I ache to feel her touch,
No price too great to pay.
And now Saint Jude receives my prayers,
bright Faith can do no harm,
to wipe away these many miles
and bring her to my arms.
