Her Face I'Ll Always See. Poem by norman ayres

The memory of my former life has all but blown away,
eccept for the reminder of that great romantic day.

i relive it every night, i close my eyes and dream of her,
people do not like it, but of her love im always sure.

i stared into her sky blue eyes and she stared back into mine,
the feeling that we both would get is just oh so divine.

i always treat her like the princess that she deserves to be,
as long as i do draw in breath, her face i'll always see.