Face of a goddess

Written by: Albert Ahearn

She walked into my universe silently as her lovely smile. Rarely such beauty is preserved Bar, perhaps, a Grecian profile: some alabaster sculptured head Cold, soulless in a museum Of a venerable Greek, long dead; Or maybe an athenaeum Where I have found her while reading Looking down at me in the silence from a vast book-laden shelving. I overcame my ambivalence When her face appeared before me a visage, smiling demurely.