Blessed art thou blue eyes - of azure dyes,
once dipped in motion into the oceanic potion,
by seraphs with the notion - that thine eyes match the skies,
oh heavens hath let thee rise.
Aphrodite in guise - art thou blue eyes.
Blessed art thou with gentle tones - of angelic moans
sung by the wails that drifted with Gaelic sails
flowing in trails - of sea queens and their thrones
a simpering grace thy voice clones.
Shattering in groans -my hearted stones.
Blessed art thou of auburn hair - radiant fair
woven in piles by the rarest of the styles
scented in isles - where live roses flair,
of lippy shaped kisses they bear.
On mountains I blare - I adore your hair.
Blessed I would be - to be favored by thee
to tan in the passion of true valentine fashion
carved in an ashen - our love branded tree
oh blessed could I ever be.
Wordy this spree; to honor thee.