The Girl With Wondrous Glow

I found her there in springtime. A wondrous time, you know. My love in all her gloried form With such a wondrous glow. She had no special treasures That other girls possess. But she was always doing things I valued none the less. She always held me firmly, But gently in her arms. I never felt she knew how much I valued all her charms. She spoke in tender whispers. A vocal tone so sweet. She told me all the things she loved, The things I won't repeat. Though just a country bumpkin, She wasn't dumb at all. I thought she would have done quite well At any prom or ball. I would have had her join me, But never got the chance. She died in autumn, late that year; Before our Christmas dance. She lives again each springtime. That's when she blooms, you know. I see her in the flowers. The Girl With Wondrous Glow.