She reminded me of linen and lace
I surely imagined Lavender in the air
Common when I but a boyish face
When vaseing flowers took a flair

Her tender spoken name was Grace
She moved agilely with keen intent
Gliding silently with little trace
Naive but wise and feelings evident

No games...no lies...no arrogant ways
She shyly spoke... her words portrayed
The truth she spoke each and every day
I had thought to go but now I stayed

Openness within her heart...and soul
Honesty eminated from dusk til dawn
Refreshed my spirit as the day grew old
I felt a weakening as my heart grew fond

Yet in her innocence...in her passion
An openness I'd never known or seen
I came to fall in love in my own fashion
Oh such a blessing from a human being

My armour down... my feelings raw
A woman at last that finally understood
I felt my heart warm and then thaw
Just bare it all and please love the good