Faith, manifest
Is in her smile
Her quick eyes
Her delightful voice
I bow down
Repentant, servile
Pray that I
Will be her choice
There might be
A heavenly plane
And just as likely
There is nought
To death I’d run
Should she attain
A higher throne
In God’s court
Maladroit, clumsy
Is how I feel
When she deigns
To look my way
But I would die
Rather than reveal
How she steals
My love away
There might be
A future here
Just as chances
Are for none
But I would succumb
To all my fears
Just to know her
Love is won