I have a lady; She is fair,
Her stair: a crytal gaze.
Looking deep into her eyes,
Would trap you in amaze.
If milk and honey where under her toung,
I could see how her voice could sound so sweet.
As ripe as a cherry picked freash from the vine;
Or a grape, but her taste is far better the wine.
By:Josephis k. Wade. 2001