Of her name
For she wasn’t adorned with
Diamonds and pearls
Just a old worn dress
But she was no ordinary girl
Her eyes captivated me
Like no other I had found
Pure beauty unleashed
Held me completely bound
Royalty no treasures
Did she posses
But she walked with dignity
Spoke with such tenderness
While the captains
Did their business of the day
I told her of her loveliness
As she blushed and said she couldn’t stay
I am not worthy
Of such a fine gent as you
Best I go below
Be hidden from your view
Just then I held her
With a gentle embrace
Looked deep into her eyes
This I must say in any case
True beauty like yours
Like that of a fine rose
Doesn’t matter from which soil
That it grows
Always remember
For the rest of your days
Just cause you came from the gutter
Doesn’t mean it has to stay that way
For the rarest of all diamonds
Came from the soil
Till man would discover it’s true beauty
Threw hard sweat and toils
A soft tender tear
Feel down her soft cheek
She wept on my shoulder softly
Not a word she did speak
Just then my captain
Yelled out we must depart
I gave her my necklace
A golden engraved Heart
I didn’t say a word
Just kissed her flushed cheek
For words couldn’t describe
This moment I couldn’t speak
As the two ships
Sailed slowly apart
This lovely young maiden
Had stolen my heart
copyright © 1998 Mike Mal
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