She has a smile of soft Innocence, she reads, sits does she,

            Hair so light that it hides in the shade, what do her eyes say.?

           A voice i hear each morning as its sound is of a beautiful song,

      This beauty goes by a name of mystery to a stranger, a face she sees.

        Sometimes by herself, alone dreams of wishes known only to her,

          Together with a friend laughing about moments in life, friends.

    This nameless face of beauty rests in a chair but so much living ahead,

    From the past there were faces, expressions like the ones she possesses.

    I am a man of many thoughts, tell to me your story and i will hear you.

               Keith Garrett