Woman As Art
she is close
to perfection,
so elegantly
staged with charm,
confusing to most
like a mystery
wrapped in beauty,
my eyes have held
the grace of
an angel
and the fury
of a passing storm,
she is not
to be judged
but respected,
admired and loved.
Copyright © James Skinner | Year Posted 2022
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