She is like the evening breeze
To which all hearts exposed readily freeze
Her smile is a permanent glow on her face
I carry that image to every place
Her heart - calm and laden with peace
Is there any as blessed as this?
Her eyes make the sun recoil in shame
The wind will pause when you mention her name
Her dress leaves the radiance of roses wanting
And her walk is to me a favorite dancing
A misnomer, but they say, "most wanted"
Who for me is splendor "most granted"
Mortal battles immortal in an eternal wrangle
Woe to me but not this slim angel
For in my darkness, she is the light
Even her shadow is bright!

There is hope a hundred fold
Hope for something we greatly desire
There is hope for a love untold
That it will yield what others will greatly admire
So the thing to do is to pray
That God will show and guide the way
For if white roses become red
Then a greater love has been bred
But bright flowers grow by a bright light
So that their growth can be prolonged in a darkened night
When comedians make audiences snigger
When trees from mustards become bigger
So it's not a thing anymore of grit
Nor to surrender to one's wit
But it's a thing purely of the divine
For in the end, that love will be yours and mine!

Heaven's now filled with comedy
No history nor tragedy
For heaven's known for the better
A place that never grows old
You partook naught of the nether
So in the former, we shall you behold
But, alas, you were gone so fast
Before our generation could spring to this crust
We miss you but not what you wrote
For in your writings, our pleasures are got
Now you have heaven for a fairest stage
No critics, no death, no tempest rage
So choose your plays carefully
That divine merry may last eternally
And when every Saint an actor you know
Send us on earth some scripts to show