His Song To Delia Poem by Joyce Hemsley

My Delia, my Delia, I worship your name,
I made you my bride; slave to love I became.
To your classical music, I still listen today...
To a hymn that you sang when Minster bells rang
At our beautiful wedding in May.

Ignoring your suffering, ignoring your pain,
You played our last love song again and again,
And died of a fever ~ I cried night and day...
But in life's memorabilia you ever will stay
My sweet bluebell fairy of May.