Poezja

A sheer loveliness was hers from her birth,
a kind of grace
that has been quite unknown for many years
was on her face,
some men became silent as she did pass,
some hearts did race
at her very sight, while she smiled bright,
was somewhat like a new pure kind of light.
 
The few words that she did choose had beauty
and her goodbyes
had promises of severe happiness;
pure as the skies,
her radiant smile was mine, I was lost in
her green-brown eyes;
she had changed all of my wanton ways,
with her laughing lingering loving days.