Glory upon that face
And the bright morning star
Foretells on your eyes
The glow of the moon from afar

That glance majestic
An image of something divine
A sanctuary of heavens
A person whose far to be mine

Your ears are to praise
Through music that saves
From misery’s a hand
To soothe the painful days

In a wishing well, I wish
For mine not to miss
For your hands be held tight 
What an everlasting bliss