Filled with emotions of unfiltered joy and radiance, the women encounters pain without end.
Out of the depths of the sound of life comes the awakening of eyes that will crown her heart.
Overwhelmed in the moment of time she resides with a heartbeat that would one day replace her own.
Without hesitation her treasures of love contracts her life with tears of endless dreams.
She abounds in sensations of touches with every whisper of adoration as she escapes deception.
Shaped for the future to compass the derailment of times to come, the woman guides her treasure.
The life of a woman is told on the face of her mother in the darkness of the light.
The shelter of his arms became her prison; treasures of love drowned in the sea of violence.
Without hope the woman encounters solicitations of dreams that would end her nightmare.
Insatiable with midnight screams from within, she enlists darkness for answers of retaliation.
The hour is set; her consolation would be forever remembered with her coronation of justice.
Future of no treasures of love and the woman conceded to entrapments of words of delight.
Written by Theodore Mosley
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem