khari lain

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Woman


Woman, Woman
It is hard to say
But yes, they are my entire world

From their amazing smiles, to their crazy laughs
They always give me a swirl

Their hair crisp and brown
And faces so divine

With so many beautiful woman
It is hard to choose one to be mine

From the beauty of their eyes
To the softness their lips

Their pure beauty alone
Would cause a man to launch a fleet of a thousand ships

But, they are far from perfect
Filled with jealousy and envy

One evil woman
Could influence the minds of many

Their mood is influenced
By their monthly gift

They could be happy or sad
Or cause a huge rift

But one day
There could be

A special woman
Just for me

One whose kind, smart
And not too crazy

One who's brilliant, beautiful
And never lazy

The perfect woman
But not to perfect

Everyday in her presence
Would always be worth it

This woman is in fact hard to find
And I can't yet say, she is mind

So for now I must leave with grief
Keeping my one true belief……...

That she
Will someday find me

Submitted: Sunday, January 17, 2010
Edited: Sunday, August 19, 2012
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