In my hands…is a Lilly
Her petals, pure as love
Gentle as dove
Soft as furs
White as light
Peaceful as Heaven
Lovely as an angel
Innocent as a lamb
By thy side, tonight, oh thou sleeping beauty,
Thy lips pink as a rose
Breath fragrant as ‘cologne’
Hair golden as rays
Face solemn as peace
Resting, on pillows soft as feathers
And sheets white as snow…
Shall my Lilly lay
In my bosom…lies a Lilly
Divinely molded from my flesh
Exquisitely framed of my bones…
The vintage of maidens
The adoration of eyes
The desire of hearts
Food of the ‘flesh’
And Queen of the home…is my Lilly
