Her story,
Has become hi-story.
She's holy, 
And so adoring like holly
Which has made her whole. 

She's a beauty
And this beauty is full
That's why she is called beautiful
Making her all eyes watchful 
And non acting so dreadful 

She's pure 
And her storyline so sure
Her charming eyes are cure
With it all hearts she lures
She's loving, caring and all  
I call her the morning Glory
The sparkles of light is her story 
The beacon of hope at home
She's the dazzling queen in her coast 
A flipped history book 
Filled with charming pages 
To be studied for ages 
With her curves and edges 
A glorified creature among ladies 
And to her bows even hades 
For she's an exquisite varieties