She was when we first courted,
Of a gentle and tender tone,
A softness set in motion,
To make my heart her very own.
So fun and loving in her ways,
So youthful and carefree,
And in my heart I did feel,
This was the girl for me.
Steeped in faith and kindness,
The years have not erased,
The gentle nature of her being,
Are the sweetness in her face.
Time does now deceive her,
But in her heart she still retains,
All the fullness of her goodness,
Where it always does remain.
There would be no joy on earth,
For me as all would see,
My heart would surely stop it's beat,
If without her I would be.
Too soon, the wings of time,
Shall close about her, and yet,
In my heart where memories hide,
She will always be as we first met.
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