Words create in any art form. Even colors are words.
She is Grace, the adjective, the noun, all that
There is. Poised delicately on the very cusp
Of delicious dreams that linger pleasantly to
Her right as reality tugs sharply to the left.
Too few accomplish Grace, most can dance
Sweetly, skirting the stance, but truly it takes
A lot more than sheer chance to be graceful.
Happiness is honest, which shimmers in slender
Rays from her being, magnificent woman, we all
Know her as Grace, she is us and we are her.