Mike Acker

My Eve - Poem by Mike Acker

If, I were the Creator for a day,
what kind of woman would I then create?
Who would she be? What would she have to say?

For looks, I may start with straight, darkened hair.
Her warmth-filled eyes would be a chestnut brown.
I would then make her skin most soft and fair.

For height, I may give her an inch or two
below my own so when I hug her tight,
she will never doubt if my love were true.

I would imbue her with such intelligence,
that when we talk I will admire her thoughts.
Her speech would never lack in eloquence.

For traits, I would give her a smile so bright
as to shine unto my darkest moments,
and a laugh; contagious, hearty, and light.

In her beating heart, I would firmly place
the love of humanity above all.
Last but not least, she would lack not in grace.

Maria, Andrea or even Sue
will all come to mind as names I may choose.
But, strangely, only Bibi Taj will do.

Once I am done I will surely have to pray,
that this dear woman I have created,
free to leave, will choose instead, to stay.

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Topic(s) of this poem: love

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Poem Submitted: Monday, September 30, 2013

Poem Edited: Thursday, November 26, 2015

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