David Bennett

(Manchester)

' HER BEAUTIFUL FACE'


' HER BEAUTIFUL FACE'

The first time that he saw her it was her beautiful face,
He fell in love at first glance though he was very young
He spoke to her and found out that she was beautiful within,
A friend he had made for life with that beautiful face,
So slim and innocent the girl with the beautiful face,
She gave him three wonderful children the girl with the beautiful face,
As years went on she became the sole love of his life,
A wonderful Mother was the girl with the beautiful face,
Grandchildren were so deserved for the girl with the beautiful face,
As he took his last few breaths in life, the last thing he saw was her oh so beautiful face.

Dave Bennett

Submitted: Monday, December 22, 2008
Edited: Monday, December 22, 2008

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