When the Lord gave a woman the gift of life. He made her special, gentle with everything right. Her hair as beautiful as the summer breeze. Loving arms so her embrace remains a tight squeeze. Happiness is bestowed on her to please. Every moment she does cease and cherishes it fondly within her soul. Her elegance so radiant even when she turns old. Her eyes sparkle more brightly than the stars. Her voice so adoring it blocks out the sound of the passing cars. By far her beauty is unmatched and cannot be compared. Her heart breaking is something that will always leave her scared. Her finger tips so soft like snowflakes on your body. The taste of her lips intoxicates you like cashewnut toddy. Her soul to be respected and her heart to be adored. Your can't heal her scars but she does cure yours. You pause and stand still as you take a deep breath to admire her beautiful face. Her love drives you in a selfless craze. Gone are days when time stood still yet we rush. Now you sit by playing Candy crush. Your time is what she wants and the lack of your love is what makes her grieve. She remains excited when she sees you go down on one knee. The sea turns calm at the sight of her presence. Her laughter so generous and effervescent. The brightest cresent moon she shines through your darkness. On this journey we must embark, it's never easy like a walk in the park. She holds your hand even when it's dark.
Written and composed by
Timothy Justin Rudolph Rodricks
