Cecilia Poem by Patrick Fealy

Her smile is like the kind of thing much warmer than the sun
A girl made out of everything most precious to be won
and she did leave a tear or two
while she went passing by
that I would trade for diamonds here beneath the studded sky
A thing made out of precious stones
is easy to be found
but she is like some diadem in God's eternal crown
If stolen by some thief of night
an angel would attend
And guard her in her sorrow there
until all darkness ends
you'd find her then with joy at last
and always to abound
And greet her there with laughter
like the children all around