She grows into your soul, yet a creative work of God so divine. Her beauty infatuating and sublime. I'd sit there and watch her brush her hair as she doesn't realise all that I do. Her love for me grew, strong or weak I can't really decide. But, tis me that was once blessed to have the most beautiful woman by my side. Her brown eyes are always changing its colour and varies to black. She looks in the mirror and can't really see the difference when I tell her that. When you watch her from your soul. You would have her to hold. Women, don't get that all men don't think alike. Some respect the beautiful face they have. Some just think they are glad when they leave during a fight. I sit here and watch the stars and look down at her scars. By far it's easy to love than to hate, I look up at her in heaven as I stare from hells gates. An angel without wings and yet she touches your soul, her lips speak your name and that's an honor. Her warm is better than a sauna. I corner her heart and steal her away. She runs on my mind all night and day. She loves you in ways that can't be expressed in words. She is a woman ambitiousness that hurls obstacles away. Loving her is a great deal in every way, pride sometimes steals her love. Yet, we forget a woman is a gift of God from above. It's easy to love someone and find that beautiful face difficult to love everyday. You start to miss her when she slips away. Now you sit back and wonder where it all went wrong. Using that guitar to play those classic love songs. She isn't around to hear you sing your tune. If you could change the past and wishing you could do that real soon. So a broken heart can't be mended, nor can a mystery be solved without a clue. She can't hear you say I still love you.
Written and composed by
Timothy Justin Rudolph Rodricks
