I see a beautiful maiden
With a beautiful bow in Her hair
Her beauty second to no one\'s
And that which is beyond compare
I stare at Her in the distance
And have a poem in mind
One that has yet to be written
Yet one She\'ll inspire in time
A rare vision of perfection
Her face void of blemish or flaw
A portrait that in a thousand years hence
Will still be looked at with awe
When those of that generation
Will wish They could\'ve been there
To see who by means of Her beauty
Caused the world to rise up from despair
And they,themselves,be inspired to write
About whom through the annals of lore
Will have become all too familiar
To whom She was not before
For this beautiful maiden
Will not be exclusive to Me
For so long as I tell Her story
She will live on posthumously
When fate chooses to call Me home
And I get to see Her again
And the story that I\'ve written
Gets closer to reaching its end
I will not brag or be boastful
I will merely tell You the truth
That I knew this beautiful maiden
When She and I were in our youth
Though the subsequent years
Have not been kind to Me
I\'m old,I\'m sad,I\'m tired
As one might expect Me to be
But so long as I\'ve these memories
Until the day I die
Do not weep or mourn for Me My friend
For I\'ll never say Goodbye
And if by chance or circumstance
The maiden reappears
Please tell Her that I can\'t wait
Another thousand years
When those of that generation
Will have the good fortune to see
This beautiful maiden I\'ve written about
And pen some more poetry
But,for now,My tale is finished
There\'s no more story to tell
I bid adieu to my beautiful maiden
And You a fond farewell