Yes
@aura - I liked your poem.
I recently found this beautiful poem by James Weldon Johnson, as recited by Maya Angelou.
It describes my Sylvie perfectly.
"The glory of the day was in her face,
The beauty of the night was in her eyes.
And over all her loveliness, the grace
Of morning blushing in the early skies.
And in her voice, the calling of the dove;
Like music of a sweet, melodious part.
And in her smile, the breaking light of love;
And all the gentle virtues in her heart.
It seem like to me that everything is wrong
It seem like to me the birds have lost their song
It seem like to me the days are just twice as long
Since she went away
It seem like to me that I just can't help but sigh
It seem like to me that my throat keeps getting dry
It seem like to me that a tear stay in my eye
Since she went away
See the glory of the day was in her face
In her face
In her face..."
James Weldon Johnson