oh my lady o lady
your eyes look through my soul
from me something precious you stole
my tounge i cannot control
poetry cannot describe truly
for such my words unworthy
your angelic devine beauty
and ur hair so curly
as i saw u from afar
the cold wind brought to me
the scent of your hair
sitting in a rickety wheel chair
strumming a simple guitar
a heart like broken glass
something which i could never repair
i noticed somethin that day
to which before i was unaware
when she shed her tears
even the heavens weep in despair
and she sang to me
in a voice so sweet
from my broken body
the pain would excrete
once again i felt so free
like never before complete
i would clap to a beat
and screm with joy encore
and she would repeat
in her voice so sweet
i would ask her to dance
and we did
her standing on my feet