A woman's grace and beauty is unmatched when compared. Through her beautiful eyes and lovely hair. Love is the feeling that brews through her body. She talks so loudly not to be noticed by anybody. Her elegance is defined as wine, tasteful and exquisite. Passion reeks through her skin as thewords 'i love you' slips through her lips. Her desire to be held is what she finds difficult to grip. Her fingertips slip at the thought of losing the one she loves. And yet all she can see around her is love. Above are the heavens which bestow on her blessings of God. Her heart beats faster as her smile lauds the on viewing lads. Clad in the world of passion and fire. Looking into her eyes sparks the desire. You hold her close and sway to the music of love. As dancing with an angel from above. Like a passing breeze she moves hee feet. She is supposed to be loved and not warm your sheets. Her name on your lips and her presence in your mind. The taste of her fingertips so divine. Creation of her life is a gift to mankind. Having her to hold is indeed a blessing so sublime. As you cling on to the woman who owns your heart you wouldn't know where to begin and where to start. She has seen pain and felt her heart break she thinks about her mistakes with sorrows to cart. She is but smart and intelligent too. She awaits to hear you say I love you. And longs for her name to be utilized the moment you wake. Anger is put to rest for her name's sake. Fake are the men that tried so hard to win her heart. You try so hard to heal her scars. Yet love her from far as she feels you slipping away, yet she doesn't have a clue about that her love and passion draws her near to you everyday.
Written and composed by
Timothy Justin Rudolph Rodricks
