Pride Of Beauty Humbled Poem by Martin Greyford

Is it an apparation
I see before me or
Did my eyes deceive me?

Is it that am asleep
But awake in my mind
That I'm able to see clearly;

Something that my eyes
Only see once in a year?
Or did my youth blind me

To keep her in my youthful memory?
An eagle that is seen
Once in a year

For three hundred and sixty five days.
What then has befallen of me
For the pride of beauty

To visit me?
What has it beheld of me?
I'm lowly but

Pride as humbled itself
Could it be that there is
None that has accepted it

As his wife?
I have beseeched her for years
But she kept on telling me

''I am not worthy of you''
How then will I be her kind today?
She's beautiful but I can't

Fall for her
Not anymore
Not ever again.