Woman Love
She's the nurse by your bedside, who tends to your wounds;
She's the giver of hope when springtime's in bloom.
She's the girl at the window that you see from the train;
She's the woman that saves you from the on slot of pain.
She's the light of the day that the dark can't hold back;
She's the one who stands with you to fight off attacks.
She's a creature of beauty that gives you your will;
She's the girl with the flowers at the top of the hill.
She's the dream of a lifetime that you think can't be yours
She's the magical lady with looks that allure.
Copyright © Leonard Taormina | Year Posted 2007
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