Beauty is often defined by a woman's soul. Her heart is more precious than silver or gold. She is gentle like a summer breeze on a night so cold. Cherish her as you grow old. Her name on your lips is stronger than the alcohol that reeks from your breath. You love her in the absence till death. Her fingertips a remedy for all your pain. Her embrace keeps you sane, and yet her memories during her absence drives you insane. Portions of her love keeps you alive through the pain. Her kisses make you feel special and all to gain. Her life turns beautiful as years pass away. Her heart beats faster when she thinks about you each day. When you aren't around she remains in dismay. Her love is found to be new every morning with care and attention so adorning. Peace is her ammunition as gentleness
is fortifying and leaves your self belief yearning. She has a scent of her skin that makes you quiver as your hair starts to stand as her touch makes you shiver. Her body is to be admired and her body to be embraced. Consciousness and mentality
is a gift she doesn't flaunt. Yet displays it with grace. The only thing that makes her melt is hearing the one she loves says you look beautiful. She is a woman who can't fathom a life without you near. Losing the one she loves is her biggest fear. Dear is her soul and with a radiant smile upon her face. Perfection is her beauty in everyway so all I have to say is happy women's day.
Written and composed by
Timothy Justin Rudolph Rodricks
