Here She Stood.

Here She Stood.

Who is this pretty woman,

Smiling down at me ?

I check myself to see,

Am I still dreaming ?

But no, here she calls,

I wonder how she knows my name.

Another town, another style,

Here her smile lifts me high.

How lovely to behold her face,

And taste her glorious hugs.

For in the arms of an angel,

I melt as I had done before.

Nothing short of a miracle,

Her being here right now.

I steel myself in memory,

For I had loved her deeply.

And now I gaze upon her grace,

That girl is quite unique.