My Extraordiarily Ordinary Woman Poem by Allan James Saywell
My Extraordiarily Ordinary Woman
She could have been the perfect Woman
If only for her insensibility
Which caused a certain amount
Of cold blooded behaviour
Her moist eyes hid her coldness
Her callous heart of stone
Hid her marble deadness
She woke every morning
As if waking from a coma
She had the hide of a Rhino
Did'nt give a strawberry for me
I loved her
She was to me
What Adams rib was to Eve
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Delivering Poems Around The World
Poems are the property of their respective owners. All information has been reproduced here for educational and informational purposes to benefit site visitors, and is provided at no charge...
4/27/2024 10:44:34 PM # 1.0.0.1119
She could have been the perfect woman Hope it didn't take too long to find out. A great description of something lost yet perhaps never found. Life certainly is like a box of chocolates. Thank You