....Grace...

A soothing touch,

A tender face,

A bright shine,

So lovely with grace.

Yet so rotund,

Yet so beautiful

The lovely face,

Of serenity in phase.

Still and staring,

As it stands,

Peaking along the branches,

Of ebony with its face.

Beauty personified,

In its very shape,

Yet it stands,

So quiet and vain.

It does seem,

That it may signify,

The feelings in the heart,

Of a lover in pain.

Still and staring,

As it stands,

Giving away,

All you can ever take.

A promise of love,

A vow to make,

An eye of tears,

Yet so lovely with grace..