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Her Youthful Face

She stood, so beautiful,
In the moon light I saw her face,
She is, so beautiful,
with that always youthful face.

Pondering the world, thoughts bound to me,
the silence I hear, is my only companion,
though my mind, for the horrors it holds,
my dreams are never silent, as I unfold,
unless time has an end, or eternity a new meaning,
I am forever bound, to the hurt that I have felt,
So I travel, to try and relieve my pain,
My loneliness forces me, to rise to my feet again.

I walk, all alone,
through the eternal sands of time,
Then I saw you, your beauty,
far more then the view around.

On a lonely bench, I saw her between the trees,
a willow lined shore, framing a shining black lake,
the white glow of the moon, bouncing off the waves,
seeing her steer at the stars, her beauty it enslaves,
She is slumped, her head slowly dropping,
her hands rise, they cover her eyes,
She looks up again, tears running down her face,
from the bench she rose, with an unmistakable grace.

She stood, so beautiful,
In the moon light I saw her face,
she is, so beautiful,
with that forever youthful face.