Woman Poem by Randy McClave

In my eyes, as my eyes being but two
there is nothing more beautiful and
exciting as a woman true.
God has created his flowers and his trees,
But, in my eyes he never really created
until he created Woman.
She with hair as long as the grass
blowing in the breeze.
She with eyes as bright and deep as
the sun awaiting for me.
Eyes that can search a man's soul for
his woe, and feels it with happiness.
She with a smile as the rainbow arriving
after the storm.
The smile and rainbow many men have
searched for, so to feel our soul with warmth.
She with the body and the walk of an Angel,
that stops man's breadth in his lungs.
She with the gift of life, that gives an old
man the right again to feel young.
She with a scent of her own that no one
but her owns.
As the rose and dewdrops have their own
She has hers, but alas theirs can be owned.

God created the flowers and the trees, and all
the beauty of this world.
And I know that I wouldn't be alone when I speak.
Take your leaves, and take your trees.
Take your rose, and take your snow.
But, I beg of you God please, women unto me, leave.


Randy L. McClave