The soul of hers defines her beauty. Since you own heart catching her tears is your duty. The dignified essence of watching her sleep. You tip top out of bed as her pillow gives rest to her head. You kiss her forehead and fall in love with her each day. You make amends for the wrong doings and fights that made her gloom in everyway. She refines her commitment towards you as in your arms she lay. Never to let go of your soul and forgiving your past. She still hasn't taken off the mask. You ask her for her hand which you always firmly hold, she gives you her heart which is more precious than gold. What bothers her she will refrain from to speak. You look for ways to make her feel special and unique. Tis the answers to her questions from life that she seeks. No matter how hard she tries to conceal from you the truth. Her brown eyes give away the secrets that leave her mute. Silence that makes her ponder, distance makes you grow fonder. The world you live in drifts your emotions apart. She wants and end while you still seek a fresh start. Resurrection of emotions in this cruel cold world. As hurt, sorrow and pain at you is hurled. She attains a position as a armadillo curl. While you pour another shot of whiskey to make your head twirl. Her heart is as good as her pure soul. To live without her is a story that best is never told. To love a woman isn't easy to do, being her man and loving her true is what defines the woman and man too.
Written and composed by
Timothy Justin Rudolph Rodricks
Written and composed by
Timothy Justin Rudolph Rodricks
