The world is her oyster
And she is it's pearl.

Open arms that embrace life
She charms the angels with her smile.

One by one they turn to look.
Graceful as a dove.

Exotic eyes and sweeping brows.
Legs, lean and tan.

She thinks she blends
Not special in the least.

I thank God so,
For His gift to me.

My pearl is waiting,
the tide is raising.

The world is a better place.
When she smiles.