Faerie charms, sweet love in silk,

Come see her now, she bathes in milk,

Her love no consolation prize,

What marriage fires shall burn tonight.

Depressed by harsh words, ill intent,

Come see her now, renewed, refreshed,

A phoenix if there ever was,

From beaten down, to right on top.

Past times where hard, yet still she fought,

Come see her now, new life, new start,

From broken wing, to flying high,

A fairy story? No, real life.

The past is past, and gone its woes,

Come see her now, in happy clothes,

Left far behind, the pimps and crooks,

A good man found her, fell in love.

© Joseph G Dawson