Thy Traces...

Serene and sublime is the face,

Eyes shine crystal glaze.

Pink are the tulip lips,

Twilight is her beauty kissed.

Vox unsound,

But the song astound.

A wordless song,

But the signing prolong.

Hands beatified,

Small but revived.

Bread once touched,

Is honeydew clutched.

Dangling rings,

On beautiful ears,

Hear nothing,

Yet perceive everything.

What an Angel Oh God!

You created.

Filled with innocence,

Who aspired to spread happiness.

Alluring charm,

Mesmerizing beauty.

Sweet-scented Angelic MAA,

Thy traces shall stay forever...