Lily of the valley

Spins not, weaves not-

But outdid Solomon in splendor!

Lily of my heart

Toils and strives;

The sweat of brow

Glistened every moment.

Yet, She outshone in splendor,

The beauty of her soul

Outshining the beauty of her surrounds.

There was the smile

That coated her days.

No complaint crossed her lips

And no whining marred

The music of her voice.

Lily sang out in dulcet tones,

Her life scripting the lyrics.

She provoked no one

And caused no turmoil,

But quietly bid farewell,

Ending her painful sojourn

On this land of travails.