Her beauty unexplained

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

Her passion and desire

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

A woman's soul

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

The broken soul

The shadows remain your friend. As you cling on to life before it ends.

You watch the children run past in joy.

Yet they have no clue what lies ahead.

You feel the cold breeze of the evening sky, your body is withering and your soul so dead.

The voices stay reminiscent in your head.

Looking for a future while you dwell in your past, the brokenness adds to the mask.

Her name on your lips beyond compare, as her picture in your hand makes you stare.

The glare of her eyes twinkling in the dark.

Embedded on your heart, as her presence in your life leaves that mark.

Like lark she flew away like she received freedom from her cage.
All you feel is rage and pain.

Years later you are not greater nor do you see yourself heal.

The devil comes by to make me a deal, yet I walk away from that offer.

Little did I know he too doesn't accept the broken soul.

Worthlessness and shame creeps up to deliver no comfort to life.

You hug yourself together every night. Peace is not a friend, love is a foe and passion a monger to let pain grow.

Life is a no longer a gift for me anymore.  Emotions have left and people can't judge you through your mask.

The man walks in his shadow, tis his only friend to hold.

These are the memoirs of a broken soul.

Written and composed by
Timothy Justin Rudolph Rodricks

A woman's nature

The wind blows wildly and the trees embrace her presence. The stars twinkle with her beautiful essence. Her soul so free and fragrance so the world can see. If mother nature is to be admired with such decree.  A woman who steals your heart is to be praised indeed. Her hair so beautiful that it brushes your face, her eyes so deep it pierces your out right. Her touch so unique it makes you feel alive. Her heart beats faster as you hug her tight. She hold your hand as you stand infront for the world to fight. Her emotions is a light upon your path. Her lips speak and sends your soul into a sparks. No longer is it dark nor will she let the world know of how her life turns grey. As she has you to love everyday., she thinks of growing old with you and will love you even when your hair turns grey. As you lay down to have your body rest, you think about the times when you aren't breathing anymore to be there. That's the fear that eats you alive and gives you a scare. And she spends her time with you showing your love and care. The similarities between nature and a woman who loves someone is simple. They're always going to be there.

Written and composed by
Timothy Justin Rudolph Rodricks

Broken wings

On a dark gloomy day, she walked by my way. Everything is right as the sun shone bright upon my face. Her radiance is hope  through the dark stormy night. She completes my soul,as look forward to grow old. She worries about tomorrow as her past gleams through the clouds which she tries so hard to cover. She is caring and always calm and I did love her. Her memories taunt her mood as it changes like the weather. She says nothing even if I ask her it's gonna be never. She promises forever,  yet, she knows not what the future holds. As her beauty is of tales and folklore foretold. Like gold to silver we mix with a combination so unconventional and raw. Yet she hold my soul and at her beauty I stare and remain at awe. Peace was never a friend as my demons make my soul bend in a way that can't be described. I stare into her eyes for comfort. And find her distress I comfort her and yet in peace she can't close her eyes to rest.  She is at best perfect for any man to have, privileged you'd feel. As a man with pride, yet her fears and hatred she does hide. Her name on your lips as if tis an everlasting kiss. She remains close yet, I feel she is missed. She distances herself yet shows as is well. I held her close with stories to tell. If I'm but the devil she'd be my hell.  Kindness is her ammunition and gentleness her calm. I cannot never do her harm.

Written and composed by
Timothy Justin Rudolph Rodricks

My journey

I've been given a lifeline of hope. I was once slipping down this slope. Life did grope my soul, a rope around my neck as the choke kept me at bay. I look up at the heavens through night and day.  My heart beats faster everytime she stays in my arms.  She brings about peace and makes me feel calm. I pray that love won't die and now I have tears of joy in my eyes. Wishing she wouldn't stop her love for me. I get brought down to my knees with portioms of her courtesy. I dominate her life and take control and by her side stand strong. I long to hold her tight during every fight. She knows me so well, and I do too. Understanding her without any clues. She was a mystery and remains unsolved. My heart gave her soul the call. She heeded with no remorse. I am lucky to have her and wouldn't want to lose her at any cost. I thank the Lord I wake up to her each day. I pray that we'd love eachother the same in everyway.

Written and composed by
Timothy Justin Rudolph Rodricks