She said, He said

She said: Why do you love me?

He said: You have to ask?

She said: Yes, I want to know, why am I so special to thee?

He said: It was not your eyes of green, or your auburn hair that shines, it was not your skin of fair, with softness so divine

She said: What then Sir, how do you find fancy in me? What moves your heart to feel for me? If this loves be true ?

He said: My maiden fair, princess to me one I hold ever dear, your beauty is not what captures me, as many use to snare…

Your heart is pure, your words are true , your tenderness captures me, within your soul my princess fair you give love unconditionally

I have watched you walk the Ballinlough Meagh and saw your kindness there, every creature you came upon such love you gave with care

Every child with upturned hand a coin of love you give, surely you be an Angel sent among us all to live

Carolee Dennis-Woosley

February 2004