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