A memory of a Woman
I first saw her when-
She had unblemished eyes
And stood smiling at my infant face
Young Queen with a beauty
As bright as a nature scene
Her smile as bright as a morning Sun
Her words melted me like honey
I looked upon her with bashful eyes
A lovely Woman both fair and warm
As soft and gentle as an early morn
August 2009
Allan James Saywell
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/memory-of-a-woman/
