Her spirit was fresh like a mountain stream,
Sparkling down like a smooth cascade,
Her smile a reflection of an eternal beam,
Casting on my heart its gentle shade;
Her eyes glowed with a hope and a dream,
She was the best thing that God made;
She silenced the world making it seem,
It was born to listen to what she said;
Her beauty was a continuous satin seam,
Lustrous and striking like a jade.
She was the epitome, womanhood's queen,
No parallel found to be in her grade.
Many lovely and beautiful my eyes have seen,
She was the best that God ever made.
Ah! but is she still? winks. I bet I know who you speak of here! hint hint! you know who ........... so why type it? lol