Part 3 - Woman, Crown Her - Poem by Leslie Alexis
Two vines that hang topsied -the upside down,
Powdered lips, cushioned heart gives her renown.
Above all else, she looks best in her gown,
And none. She is perfect in form and face,
And yea, her gift, mankind cannot replace;
She is the bringer of true love and grace.
The sun, the moon, the stars, the earth and she
That the measure of completion to me.
To love her is my most earnest decree.
To love… to do as pleasing unto her,
To nurture as the most precious flower.
Money nor wealth, no it’s she I prefer.
She’s loved from azure to the darkest brown,
And every woman deserves her crown.
Copyright © 2010 Leslie Alexis
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