Love - The Beauty Of Her Face Poem by Paul Warren

The beauty of her face and the grace in her move
Held my gaze with such power that kept me in its groove
And as she passed I saw her smile as I caught her eye
This moment I wished to last forever or not want time to fly

Although the years pass and their worth is judged in our say
The memory is as fresh as when I first saw saw her on that day
Her beauty has not faded nor my love for her in every waking hour
And I know this is how it was meant to be together in love's power.

© Paul Warren Poetry