Miss Diana

princess,
princess diana,
the world calls her,
and in many a way,
this brown beauty a princess be,
in all ways she be sweet,
lips candies dipped in honey,
her eyes pure,
two beads in milk float,
her walk is angelic,
feet that step golden walk take,
and though wings devoid,
a high flyer from birth been,
such be a lady that many men of
scared be,
for beauty she be endowed with,
and a mind that einstein proud
be,
and such a lady a heart too can
find,
that of love be filled,
an ear that listen does,
arms tender,
and with warmth hold,
by such beauty smiles the world
fill,
with such a beauty men vows
take,
in holy grounds and altars made,
before chosen men that witness
be,
vows by the Holiest books led,
and such be the Diana i know,
a lady to whose feet emperors
bow,
and kings to her honor feasts
make,
and lucky be me,
that like an avalanche off her feet
swept,
and be it to war i be forced,
or to planets unfound shot too,
for her i will,
for her,sweet Diana,will,