A southern belle
the only men she's ever loved
are her daddy and Jesus
and every Sunday
I see her walk out of that Church
with her flowing white dress
like the clouds
she's a lover
a server of the Lord
and she lives to save
her voice is a choir
and her long brown hair
is silent pews
her eyes are like first time prayers
and a cathedral smile
rests upon her face
when it's bathed by the warm Virginia sun