Beauteous, O' beauteous is thy face!

How raving lovely is thy face to peek

Upon with soulful eyes and 

Take into one's finest sight

Thy loving face of infinite grace.

What giveth thee such rapport

To dwell upon with heavenly score

A treatise to partake and another to placate!

'Tis worth to all of me a precious measure

Of thy love to sate and satisfy.

"Tis filling need enough to furnish deep inside,

The splendor of your loving face

Beholding, next to mine.

                                              L. Grimley

Light of my life, light of my dreams,

How art thou to mine heart?

Thy ways evolute and so dismiss

Our quantum of love divine.

What be the answer then

To questions of eternal bliss?

We go our ways 'til death do us part,

And then for a token of toil well done,

We again unite as one.

                                   L. Grimley