Beyond March

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My Epistles: Miamians

Girl, it’s no secret—

You weaken every weakness.

One quiet, stolen stare,

And I’m breathless in your air.

Your mocha‑sweet eyes gleam,

Pulling me into the dream,

Stripping my soul bare,

Leaving everything laid there.

A perfect woman lives

In every dream a man believes,

But you broke through the seams—

Now it’s you in all my dreams.

You’re an enigma, love,

A mystery from above,

The masterpiece God traced

With His own holy grace.

Happy Women’s History—straight from my heart,

Yet your influence shines on far beyond March.

You took over my feelings,

You conquered all my dealings.

You invaded every thought

Where perfection once was caught.

You reshaped what beauty is,

Redefined how forever lives—

’Cause when I pictured “her,”

Your face made that vision stir.