What to tell you O Lady bemused,
And how to tell you how far,
Your welcoming me to your world,
Means God has sent a messiah.
Those around do need me,
Need me for all their needs,
And what I need I didn't get:
A kind and loving soul indeed.
Let me not mention her who,
Even as a child saw the real me,
A girl who was quite different,
In culture, race and creed.
But apart from that laurel,
I knew none who loved me --
-- As a woman loves a man,
As he returns her every farewell.
But somehow, God the Greatest,
Heard my pleas and crying,
And sent you as His best gift,
A woman who is now the fairest.
A soul true to itself is hard to find,
And someone with a heart of gold,
In this world of today where people,
Need us selfishly for their best.
So O Woman Extraordinaire!
It is my constant prayer,
That we may meet soon and find out,
How poets can be a fine pair.