She Had Grace

She had grace, but little patience
For my lack thereof.
The night of a party she'd stand before me,
Dressed in her green sequin dress
And necklace of pearls,
Look me over with her beautifully painted eyes,
And with her graceful hands, bedecked in gold rings,
She'd fix my collar,
Wipe the lint from my jacket,
And wince at a stain on my shirt
That I would have sworn was invisible.
At the party she'd practically float across the room.
From her tongue wit would spring like sharp diamonds
That never failed to pierce the hearts of the jealous and the dumb.
Oh, the look she'd give me when I would interject
With a foolish remark!
Her blue eyes were like two icy tongs around
My heart.
But later, when we'd returned home and were
Lying in bed, she'd kiss me
And let me share in her grace
Before laying her head down to sleep
And dream her unfathomable dreams.