The Beauty Of Leah - Part 3 Poem by Martin Greyford

The sweetness of her mouth and the grace of her figure?
Or was it that her brightness, sweetness
And grace opened my eyes and showed me
The happiness and sorrow of love?
It is hard to answer these questions
But I say truly that in that hour I felt
A new affection resting calmly in my heart,
Like the spirit hovering over the waters
At the creation of the world.
The month of April was coming to an end.
I felt an invisible hand drawing me to her.

In her velvet dress;
Leah was slendour as a
Ray of moonlight coming through the window.
She walked gracefully and rhythmically.
Her voice was low and sweet,
Words fell from her lips like drops of dew
Falling from the petals of flowers when
They are disturbed by the wind.
But Leah's face!
No words can discribe its expression,

Reflecting first great internal suffering,
Then heavenly exaltation.
The beauty of Leah's face is not classic.
It is like a dream revelation which cannot
Be measured or bound or copied
By the brush of a painter,