God In Her Eyes

In her early thirties so gentle and wise The beautiful woman with God in her eyes I feel that I did speak to a living saint A person on canvas an artist would love for to paint Her type of person one does not often meet So down to earth, humble and free of conceit One who does seem quite unaffected by guile She expresses great warmth in her beautiful smile A State nurse without children she lives a single life But for some lucky man she would make a good wife She has gone from our neighbourhood her I may never meet again But fond memories of her with me bound to remain Until the Reaper will claim the breath of life from me The great God of kindness in her eyes I did see.