In a garden of flowers
there i find her rest
pure pulchritude to behold
a scarce wealth to find
her hair were locked in the African way
her face free from the Jezebel make-up
her fingers were innocent of claws
her attire were forbidding to prostitutes
proud of her natural figure
loved her carving by the creator
she is the full-moon that rules my night
she is the mid-sun that shines so bright
she is the angel that lights my sky
and for her Samson will choose to fight
a virgin beauty you remained
and i love you just the way you are!
