Her laugh could stop a charging army.
A melody no song can play.
It sews the tears that others make.
It saves a man from sin and hate.
Her smile paints acrylic portraits.
It stretches wide and begs to play.
She renders all who fail to see.
The beauty of her sacred way.
And so I write my ode to her.
This I sing and now I pray.
If by my end I've loved no other,
I've wasted not and earned my grace.