A creature gifted with essence;
Optimistic & sympathetic –
A precious little soul,
Living her life so hectic.
Set her sights & goals
Off her desires & hopes.
Envisioning the “perfect man”
With nothing but adoration in his soul.
Growing old, and has yet
To indulge her illusions
She looks for love in all the wrong places,
And it brings her nothing but confusion.
Abusing herself,
Accepting everything less than what she deserves
When she can have any chivalrous man she desires,
With all the generosity she preserves.
A creature so innocent,
And gifted with a natural shy;
So strong hearted,
But when indeed hurt,
Is not afraid to cry.
So incomparable
In her own way,
And I must say,
Her beauty is more extraordinary & eloquent
Than a winter’s Blue Jay.
So many visions of happiness,
And ecstasy,
But in reality
She assumes that it’s only a fantasy.
And to me,
This creature is more than my naked eye can bear.
Her beauty is becoming more extinct than rare.
The Goddess of all Angels,
Guiding doves to Paradise;
Bringing inner peace to all souls
Existing & experiencing life.
More precious than any diamond;
The Mother of all doves;
More unique than the rarest emerald;
The creator of “true love.”
Hatred’s enemy,
Cupid’s envy,
And jealousy doesn’t exist
In this creature’s vocabulary.
A Natural Woman,
Not even those words describe this sensation.
The most valuable thing on this earth;
The most beautiful of all God’s creations –
“NATURAL WOMAN”
Tha Prodigal One...