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A smile I catch as I enter the room
Her soft voice touches my ears
Eyes as warm as the tone of her voice
A gaze that holds me in a tender embrace.
Gentle and meek yet a love overwhelming
A grace in her walk that an elder would suit
A touch from her hand and I am yield
The majesty of this beautiful Woman.
Ever now she fills my thoughts
My heart continuously falling, lost yet found
Her softest kiss is as receiving new life
Dazed I hold her, the touching of souls.