Shine

A dark and solemn place
This pretty world would be
Had the joy of knowing you
Been hidden away from me

Had your friendship not been painted
On this canvas grey of mine
If the Lord had perhaps forgotten
To bless and make you shine

So I will say to thee, O sad one
With sorrow in your heart
That injustice has been done
When you and smile do part

For neither rose with her perfume
Nor dove so pure and white
Are more beautiful with partners
Than you and smile so bright.