Mary
by D. Bowden

She lights up a stage
With a radiance and grace
That is magnificent to behold,
And it is amazing to me
That she is mine,
But not to be held
As my possession.
For she is owned by no one,
Indpendent and strong,
She plays her own song,
With intelligence and beauty,
And my heart cheers
With admiration and love
For the woman she has become.