Amidst sin, treachery, virluence,
Iniquity, evil, and sinister,
Being unloved, despised,
Did she transform?
Holding on to good, padlocked in devilry,
Was all the sinister planned and deviced?
Was there a sunshine to brighten her soul,
Everyday the vile and vice ushered with chivalry,
Did she transform?
For years she waited to see the light,
A faint hope, numb going about the mundane,
She had no more will to fight,
With a frailing spirit, and will to withstand,
Did she transform?
Then he came by, like a ray of hope,
He had misery and more to cope,
A rhyme, a reason, a new beginning,
Did she transform?
Forgetting his scars, he filled her soul,
With warmth, hope; they were on a roll,
Did she transform?
Joy amidst darkness,
From “Oh what a mess,”
Did she transform?
Intoxicated with endless love and faith,
More to give than said,
Their lives transformed.
