At a glance we men are stunned
At the angel before our feet
Of perfection layed in every way
No way our looks can compete
They're Princess's of Earth
Gorgeous in every way
When seeing them we're captivated
Often moved to sway
Can we guard these precious flowers
Known to grow through each Season
Never to frail or get sour
But more beautiful for all reason
Our gifts to them a symbol
Of our devotion and love
To thank our loving father
Christ our God above
He took a rib from me
To make a perfect shape
For us to grow and get along
To experience all loving grace