Her face streamed to catch the light
A face so bright it’s out of sight
A breath escaped declared my blight
A lovely vision in the night
Had struck my heart with all its might
Eyes like stars of evenfall fair
And Like evenfall her dusky hair
Fair and lovely images drawn
From gay-time and merry dawn
But alas This woman is sick
Her last days are near so quick
Cool, calm and collected i’m seeing
The very pulse of this amazing being
A Being suspiring for agonising breath
A Traveller in the throes of death
Breath, we only live once, only suspire
To get consumed by either fire or fire
This woman has amazing will
Sufferance, foresight, power and skill
A perfect Woman, nobly planned
To warn, to comfort, and command
And yet a Spirit still, and bright
With something of angelic light
Inspired and influenced by William Wordsworth
