Time stands so very still
When it comes to Women,
Complex as it may seem, She is
Rarity, Beauty, Giver of Life,
High to the tops of snow they abound,
Reaching like spires to the heavens
Beauteous and all aglow with this
Music is boundless in its attire.
The lifting of its being in its existence.
Is endless in the way of its constraints.
Soaring, wheeling, spiriting in the
In God's hand of celestial being
Enshrouded in awareness of beauty to come forth
Magical fantasies abounding above and below
Strewing life of nature
A blessing upon someone
Should be told.
A love that is there, should be shared.
It is rare as can be