Literature
She Bore a Name
She Bore A Name
She bore a name so beautiful if fit her right;
And a beauty surpassing all the angels in heaven bright;
And she to me was life;
Her name, her name was my Light;
Her name, her name was my light;
She was a sight to behold;
Her beautiful curls in that long, thick scarlet hair;
Her skin, so soft, so smooth, so fine, so fair;
Her smile full of perfect teeth upon a face that was more precious than gold;
And her form having perfection untold;
And her eyes of blue, they were so bright;
As to vanquish the dark of the blackest night;
She bore a name so beautiful it fit her right;
And a beauty surpassing all the angels in