The Beautiful Maiden

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