Poetry

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The Countess

This isn’t just another story;
It is seemingly a true account;
Early and early, to see today’s glory;
Ready and ready, like a countess to a count.

Slowly and slowly, makeup to a swollen face;
Steady and steady, a hike down the street;
Wishfully and wishfully, a gentle soul seeks for grace;
Softly and softly, heaven’s message so sweet.

Snappy and snappy, a shaky hand knocks the Padre’s door;
Tenderly and tenderly, spoken words to the priest;
Lovingly and lovingly, God’s servant listened more and more;
Verily and verily, his listening heart skipped a beat.

Painfully and painfully, her ordeal became bare;
Thoughtfully and thoughtfully, he tried to understand;
Tearfully and tearfully, she expressed her care;
Willingly and willingly, for a count the devil cannot stand.


Hopefully and hopefully, she embraced the Lord’s message;
Gently and gently, as from the Padre’s mouth been said;
Faithfully and faithfully, she prayed for an impossible change;
Passionately and passionately, she believed more instead.

Joyfully and joyfully, Mary Jane walks back home;
Merrily and merrily, she greeted all that came her way;
Trustfully and trustfully, she went under his dome;
Worthily and worthily, she cooks him another meal today.

Proudly and proudly, he has been so mean;
Gracefully and gracefully, she has kept her vow;
Goodly and Goodly! His bad temper grew thin;
Humbly and humbly, as she kept to bow.

Soundly and soundly, it echoes through the night;
Warmly and warmly, Mary with her husband shared a bed;
Terribly and terribly, he woke up with a fright;
Sadly and sadly, ‘twas a nightmare in his head.

Shockingly and shockingly, a brute changed into a child;
Amazingly and amazingly, Mary Jane became the mother;
Childishly and childishly, he was now mild;
Happily and happily, it was before her not another.

Lovingly and lovingly, they joined hands to pray;
Sweetly and sweetly, Mary Jane spoke the words;
Gradually and gradually, the night turned into day;
Hopefully and hopefully, her prayer struck the right chords.

Daily and daily, his bad dreams disappeared;
Willingly and willingly, the brute changed into a dove;
Thankfully and thankfully, before the Padre Mary appeared;
Expectantly and expectantly, the Priest returned all thanks to God above.

Gently and gently, the countess returned home again;
Surprisingly and surprisingly, the count was waiting by the door;
Remorsefully and remorsefully, he apologized for all the pain;
Brightly and brightly, Mary Jane’s sorrow was no more.

This isn’t just another story;
It is seemingly a true account;
That teaches of God’s glory;
How it reached a countess to a count.

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