A woman's heart is precious to be treasured. The depth of her love can't be measured. You stop and stare into her beautiful brown eyes. Revealing the secrets she she hides, her pride and glory remain out there. She caresses the man she loves in her arms with care. Her name remains like wine to your lips. Her skin lingers on your fingertips. She grips your soul as you surrender. As you touch her face so tender, the warmth of her structure so frail in your arms. Her smile your heart's charm, with a calm soothing voice you hear her say 'i love you'. Her soul entwined with yours as if it's stuck with glue. She gives you clues to show you she's there. You admire her beauty and gaze and stare. You know you are unworthy of love with such galore that effervescently lives. You have but only pieces of your broken heart to give. Her love is precious as the sun to the sky. Tis in her arms you wish to die. Angels exist and they are of flesh and blood, for a woman is put on earth from heaven above. Love and mercy she bestows on your life. She waits not for your ring on her finger to make her your wife. For she patiently waits for you to slip your fingers in between hers. Holding her hand throughout all the years. She takes your fear and drives it away. She clings onto you through the nights and laughs with you through the day. So free is her soul that she waits anxiously for the day with you she grows old. She molds her love for you in the form of your child, she is a friend, lover, and compassionate companion so mild. So it's easy to love her her and even easier to care. Problem is us men aren't always willing to be there. Staring up at the stars he now dreams of the past, of all the years gone by wishing he could have made it last. His mask is broken just like his heart. Her name given up to someone who doesn't own her heart. For the one who can make her smile sits reminiscent of the past. For the soulmates for all eternity didn't really last. So if you love a woman treasure her for all she can be. Spoil her, love her and keep her happy. Tis a crime to let her slip by, while you sit and make words rhyme. Don't regret the lessons of the past if you do then you'll always have on the smiling mask.
Written and composed by
Timothy Justin Rudolph Rodricks
