I’m more of a lover of
The language of women…
I mean,
The poetry of a woman has written me…
So, I feel it is my duty
To act and speak,
In reference to women with Godly
Intent…
Let’s be honest…
Their Heaven sent.
A child born of sighs
& whispers of love…
With a glowing aura of intellect…
In all aspect,
She bestows a smile upon my face
That discourages the Sun,
Therefore, evolving into my shadow.
In the midst of the meadows
Her reflection is luminous…
She is…
W•O•M•A•N
Tha Prodigal One...