The Woman - Poem by Natalie Castro
I once met a woman on my daily way
One that had hair of ebony
One whose lips were cherry red
Boy, did she sure make my day.
I stopped her as she almost sped past
She looked at me and said “Mister, who are you?
I need to get home to my daily chores and fast.”
It was then that she smiled at me with beautiful eyes of blue
And I could not take my eyes off from her
As if they were attached to the woman with glue.
I let go of her, watched as she went on
And I hoped that
That beautiful woman wasn’t really gone.
It was love at first sight it seemed,
Though I never really spoke
But deep inside it looked like my heart had finally been redeemed.
She made my heart warm
My soul soar
And the butterflies in my belly swarm.
Though I never really spoke to her, I didn’t know her name
All I hoped that the woman
Down my life’s path once more came.
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