Oh dear Grace
If you only could see,
The joy your smile is awaking inside me.
Your skin is soft;
Your appearance mild.
Grace,
Would be the first word of any child,
Seeing you for an eye blink,
While you look the other way,
Is like looking at the first flower, of may.
Your hair falls soft, long & curly
Your voice is clear, wakes me early.
The way I feel about you;
There is nothing else to compare to.
Much time I could spend;
Writing words for Grace
Hardly your beauty; I would ever embrace.