Treasure Island

kwane Lamb

(unknown / the womb)


My eyes slowly showing
What her heart was knowing
Thy elan soaring

I can unselfishly share
I can care
I am no longer rare

Returning love no more a dare
A gift now in my lair
Woman the gift...not spare

Finished living on the line
Which was consuming my time
Independently of the gift divine

Impartial, woman one of a kind
May help fortify one's mind half.

Sympathetic is she
I advance not with lids closed
I wish not...turn up my nose

She is more, I suppose
I am becoming whole
Loving is bold

To this woman I promise my soul
Woman is real
Woman is alive

Now I live
As to protect that of my rib
My heart was...heavy

Before this woman I plea
Cultivate your warmth of me
I may have played the fool

How I have changed my attitude
That old theorem most not prove true
Let me give thanks and shout

And pull the red carpet out
Dear woman may God
Forever bless you a
human to human contact.
A union I shall eternally respect

Submitted: Sunday, May 29, 2005
Edited: Friday, May 07, 2010

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