Grace Poem by Wilfred Alford

It was sometime ago when I last saw your face....and
positive I am the features have not changed but merely grown
into something more graceful and though it seems strange....
I can't recall a single day when your face was more
clouded with shame. Beauty and intelligence was gone
in a single day. And though I know the pain was bitter real,
you knew it was all a waste. You let your heart sort into pieces
and slowly melt away. 'The delightful [Grace] vanished without
a trace.'