She walks in beauty,
Like the sunrise,
And the sunset,
Which fill the skies,
With marvelous shades and hues.
She walks in radiant,
And beautiful light,
And where ever she goes,
She spreads beauty and love.
Her Heart,
Is purer than the,
Purest heavenly light,
That shines down,
To meet her heavenly face,
And nothing can compare,
To her nameless grace.
Her skin,
Oh her soft skin,
Is made up of,
The silkiest clouds.
And her lips,
The ruby rays of the sun,
And taste like the ripest,
And sweetest cherries,
That cannot be bought.
She walks in beauty,
Even on the darkest night,
And nothing on earth,
Can compare to her beauty,
Because she is from heaven above,
And she is the queen of beauty.
