A Woman's Love Poem by Carol Tepana

A woman who loves, is as warm as the sun,
She loves with her heart, which desires true love.
Her mind has knowledge that at times knows no fun,
She cries with a smile upon her face, wearing a satin scarf which is laced.
Her eyes so endearing filled with pure love, who's poised with such grace.
There is a smile upon her face; the tears have left no trace.
As she stands alone within her home,
Never will she cry when the sun is high
As the sun sets and the moon starts to rise,
High above the dancing stars they sing her song
There is a twinkle of crystal with the glistering of the moonlit stars
She sees not with her eyes, but with her heart, waiting for her beloved, true love
Who will do her no wrong for the stars sings her song.
‘So what song am I? ' do you know my love,
For it's like a pure white dove, who symbols my love
I carry deep inside from prying eyes
Who wish me not to love but instead to hide?
I can not hide from true love no one can,
If you are the man who understands, me
Save me and set me free
Who dreams of far away place
Who dreams often turn into nightmares,
Silent are her screams, the pain that burns for she yearns.
As her fears are finally realized, it is her heart that cries
For she loves, knows love, needs love wants love and have been loved,
But most of all to find true love,
Her soul is at times lost between the folds,
Which are often said and told, met with only the cold?
So a woman's love that I have told is a not to be sold.
She is not for sale she is not made out of gold
But of treasures which are beyond any words,
Expect one
LOVE