A BEAUTIFUL POETRY:

Before your name was written,
In a countless strings of memory
long was a time did loneliness siege,
All dreams were of nightmares
Until such a face your very own,
Had come in a shapeless art of thing
I heard that melodious voice, 
It was yours could melt my heart 
Your accompaniment but honesty, 
With your smile best a cheer 
A delight to ease all my worries, 
Pure were those cares you often gave.