She has that certain elegance everywhere she goes: and beams that very radiant smile' that warms me as it glows
She has that sparkle in her eye that sets my heart aloft to fly. I wouldn't have to be too smart, to see she is a work of art.
But there could never ever be artist's brush or pen with ink; to portray her heavenly essence, nor camera, I think.
For it is with my heart I see, the wonder of her being, and ask why she never looks at me? Is she just "hard of seeing?"
Steve Hodgin Copyright 1996 |