Beautiful women – a poet’s song … :)

Hmmm . . . such an impossible topic – to write about women! Yet I set out to write one day . . . all the women I’ve shared this one with have liked it – which in itself is a miracle JJ

 

Beautiful women – a poet’s song.

A beautiful thought so crosses my mind,
To touch her true beauty one really must find,
That well of love, that core of desire,
That’s nothing to do with need or fire,
That readily doth more beauty so sire,
That’s really the essence of what doth inspire . .
Such beauty doth not the world go blind,
As passion engages of a different kind . . .

Passion that’s not just some girl met a boy,
And really not lust but a constant joy,
And love that’s not just some lips and hair,
Nor’s there a reason for such love to declare,
Except that suddenly those eyes show care,
And whene’er one smiles her thoughts do share . .
Yes passion doth flow but not like a Roy,
As the chemistry of souls forms a wholesome alloy!

Oh that doesn’t mean that there aint a spark,
But to light a warm fire not just free a lark,
And then the most beautiful words do flow,
The sweetest of looks loving eyes bestow,
That secret light with the loveliest glow,
Suddenly does a fragrant wind so blow . .
Now speaks a soul and so a soul doth hark,
Hands entwine to guide as doth a new love embark!

Such beauty, such love is so truly so Eve,
Adam had a clue afore the apple did deceive,
For a woman is born with many a cause,
Evolution and birth, not just improving flaws,
Growth that’s intrinsic, not just a run and pause,
Her heart only, a full picture so draws!
So applause is good but its better if you believe,
For she’s not a string but a tapestry He’d weave!

So, each one is beautiful, every love is true,
If you can follow the sketch that I drew,
And touch the spirit that lives in her heart,
And realize that her beauty is an evolving art,
And if ever should trouble base urgency’s dart,
Dissolve it with care and a new path will start . .
Such is a woman and whene’er love so grew,
So formed a true bond shining in the milieu!

A beautiful thought so crosses my mind,
Have I just begun or some eternal truth divined . . .
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