To Win His Smile

Charity wasn't so pretty
As the flowers she often gave.
And her dull gray eyes weren't the lovely
Blue color of the sky at which she gazed.

She wanted to win His smile
But knew no smile would come from
Eyes of cold steel,
Not blue like the sky.
And hair spun from iron,
Not angels' silk.

Charity wished for the Sun
To kiss her with rays of light
So her eyes would be bright
Or maybe for the moon
To beam down rays of milk
So her hair were soft as silk

But her eyes were dull,
And her face was plain.
So she gave Him her Heart
Instead.
And he smiled.