Forevermore, she’ll sing a song
Of harmony and peace
Forevermore, she will be strong
Letting her troubles cease
Forevermore, she’ll smile at dawn
Grateful for one more day
Forevermore, she will be drawn
To life’s pleasant display.

Forevermore, she’ll value friends
And the gifts they possess
Forevermore, she’ll make amends
Should her mind incur stress
Forevermore, she’ll rise above
The mountains she must cross
Forevermore, she will know love
Is worthy of its costs.

Forevermore, she’ll take each hour
One minute at a time
Forevermore, she’ll seize her power
From the earth, in its prime
Forevermore, she’ll treat her life
As a rare work of art
The moment she becomes a wife
Forevermore shall start.

© 2008 – Jill Eisnaugle’s Poetry Collection