graham russell - Grace

your grace is something to behold
you who are the fariest of the race
yet have so much power within your grasp
to humble me or lift me high
with just a touch or a word that slips
from lips so soft

i may consider myself stronger faster
but next to you i am a fool
for words i wish to say just dont come easily
instead they trip and i stumble
just trying to impress upon you what i can offer

just a smlie can leave me seechless
a touch ready to fall on my knees
a kiss would have me bow as if you were a queen
all three a goddess you would be

such fools we men be
when you women are around
trying to impress
and catch your eye
not knowing that
you are doing the exact same
thing.

graham russell

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