The lovely princess, graceful and gracious
The old peasant woman, weathered and worn
Stardust swirled with dust of the road
An unlikely friendship, desperately born
From trials and life’s hard lessons
With questions unanswered, hurts unhealed
They, two kindred spirits, from opposite spheres
Were quenched with mercy poured down from Heaven
With pure and unhindered laughter and tears
True beauty where least expected
Timeless and priceless, their time spent together
Divinity alone its depth could sound
Traveling one path, in step and with purpose
Such power but by eternity bound
And loosed upon hell’s dominion
What did a romantic dreamer see
In a tired, bitter peasant with lines on her face?
And how did that zephyr rekindle the flame
Of zeal for warmth which no mortal could trace?
This world will never know
May we wind that path, with laughter and tears
As days become decades and bodies turn frail
May we see neither wrinkles nor slowness of step
Christ’s glory still radiant though earthly eyes fail
My princess, may you love me still
