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Details | Couplet | |

BUTTERFLY KISS

*BUTTERFLY KISS*

I'm still alive and I don't know why?
My heart survived falling from the butterfly sky

Caught by the hands of destiny
With visions only I can see!

My love I heard your call
Wings of a butterfly broke my fall

Love motion is in the air, a love no one can compare
Indulging a look-a-stare- that we both share

Reminiscing our love made out of stolen hope
Awe~:*! To  them butterfly kisses that felt so real

Flowing like Amazing Grace, 
A shining light upon my face.

I traveled fast and far, longing to be in your arms
I desire, the warm sensation of your charms

Your safe love will help me carry on,
With the strength and bond~the love you set upon

Nothing is better than a sensual butterfly kiss
Beyond the sensation of heaven's pure bliss

Fluttering in the clouds aiming for the moon
A dream of reality, out of my cocoon I bloom!

Valued by the art of true beauty and its rarity
True love flapping in the midst of clarity

I entwine that I am yours and you are mine
Bonded together till the end of time

With the vision, my heart is no longer blind
Two broken hearts at last combined

I glide below to touch your lip.
Our lashes touch from tip to tip.

Caressing each other as our wings expand
Two hearts- kisses collide and land

Holding your hand reaching to the rainbow sky.
Kisses:*kisses:* like the butterfly!


Dedicated to *My Babe*

Copyright © Poet Destroyer A | Year Posted 2010

Details | Free verse | |

My Butterfly

A perfumed breeze with summer lavender Shapeless smoked clouds had come and gone Through verdant valleys I strolled along Honeycombed hues warmed the new dawn A golden butterfly glided in the distance I just stood still and watched his flight From one flower to another His flapped wings fluttered I could not let him out of my sight I wondered 'bout this blissful beauty. Towards the riverbank I watched him roam If I could only fly away with him to destinations always unknown Imagine what places he has been what many glories he has seen A perfect waterfall tumbling into a clear blue pond Wet dewdrops glimmering 'pon the grass as the sleepy sun starts to rise A doe with her fawn taking those fragile first steps bees buzzing by swarming back to their hive I watched in amazement in awe of his grace I floated along as he flittered away We hovered together through a path between twin lakes then and there I kissed him before he silently slipped away That's the last time I saw him cuz now stone towers have been built Nature's been destroyed and the butterflies have been laid to rest

Copyright © Cupids Arrow | Year Posted 2015

Details | Free verse | |

Butterfly Landings

Butterfly Landings 



It’s a precarious perch
High by a skydive
In such a leap of faith
A leap of love
Circumnavigates these boots of Earth
Fellow to the stratospheres
These butterfly landings
Of you in my heart

Destinies lance
Has shot me full to the sun
On the twirling chant sung
Ever re initiates
And sounds the river onward runs
Always
Of your name
Settles red iridescence
To tip the scales
These butterfly landings
Of you in my arms

I see you in precognitions
Flashes
In my obsessions of your hair
Lip-syncing to the kisses 
In my passions of your eyes
Where my heady desires evolve
This molecular bonding’s
These butterfly landings
Of you inside my soul

It’s a precarious perch
To expressive to encapsulate
How much I love you
It’s a peculiar laugh
That admits I have never even met you
But all of you inexorable
I am conceded to the pull
I am bound to the groundings
In these butterfly landings
Of you







( Everything I am
  Everything I do
  Wrapped inside
  Those landing butterflies
  I cannot express
  In any vocabulary of words
  Only in the dictionary of unspoken eternals
  Lay the definitions of
  
  How much I love 
  How much I need 
  How much I want 

  You 

  They beg with you
  This man on bended knees
  How this strength in me
  Pleads

  Come back to me

  Come back to me )



 


Copyright © colin mitchell williams | Year Posted 2009

Details | Terza Rima | |

Beauty Kisses The Beast

Sun golden shining warm upon the back speaks
wind cutting cold chills freezing thoughts held
captivating love standing a vigil faraway dream

Touching warm fingers of light in a deep blue painted sky
bewitching clouds gunbarrel grey shooting magic wishes
silver shading arrow points out into the softest peach charms spells

Everything spellbinding shines amazing beautiful enchanting 
snow covered mountains cold winds howling and whistling tunes
bells in the distance calls you're the rock one clings to on Trawbrega's shores

Drawing behind the eyes wind bellowing whispers a blessing tides turn waves
inside joy burns one candle warmly flickering happiness butterflies dance
blue blazes to see the soul of a deeply treasured jewel forever sings



unrhymed tercet 

Copyright © liam mcdaid | Year Posted 2015

Details | Rondeau | |

I Dreamed a Butterfly

I dreamed a butterfly in golden days when buttercups lay in the fields ablaze. It fluttered to my cheek, sweet love to bring. My heart was wont to burst and wont to sing. In breath of morn was scent of bluebell sprays. On blossomed blankets of the fields we’d laze, and into one another’s eyes we’d gaze, my love and I, as April had her fling. I dreamed a butterfly. Our bliss was as the spring, a fleeting phase, and brief’s the beauty of young lovers’ craze. As cruelly as a wasp, he left a sting - and all the lovely plans we made took wing, leaving mere memories of golden days. I dreamed a butterfly. 2/21/13

Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse | |

- Delicate Balance, Divine And Fragile -

Always inside living thoughts 
Once held a vision adoring thee  
Beholding beams though these eyes
Star spangled one look totally breathless  

This heart's calling your name precious
Together uniting  strengths join within power
Making hopes and dreams come alive
Saying onto myself breathtakingly gorgeous 

Adding this truly wonderful music 
Into the soul princess cut deeply singing tunes develop 
In every echo out of this world
I wish to retake the perfect soft breath held 
Melting golden feelings burning gasps warmly sigh 

Why do I love you so 
Wearing the glass slippers 
Fragile as a newborn butterfly taking flight
In all the flowers freshly plucked 
Standing out most beautiful 

A diamond rose stunning dewdrops sparkle 
Touching, kissing, loving you forever more
Holding someone special always showing them
how deeply appreciated they are 

Fireworks display our passion to share
in a world filled promise 
Conveying the love inside each tiny seed
picking you one precious gem 

Your words are sparkling wine
your presence divine 
Your beauty makes me comfortable dizzy
Intoxicating drunken in anything you wish 
becomes the soul command 
In the distance ~ the dying sun forever sleeps with you one dream obeys 







A Collaborated Poem 07.11.2015
Anne-Lise Andresen, and Liam Mc Daid

Copyright © liam mcdaid | Year Posted 2015

Details | Prose | |

The Aurora Illusion

We have our differences in the shadows,
yet, act so different in the light.
Crimson shadows dance 
within our dull routines.

With the moon beneath my wings,
I drink softly from the bottle.
I rehearsed this kiss a thousand times,
as archaic bridges emerge from the fog.

Come softly, butterfly...
Land upon my crooked finger.
The ebb and flow of I don't know
refills my unsure mind.

The aurora illusion,
novels of my life slowly written with light
as green and blue balloons float
away to the moon.

Remember 
that fresh smell
of coffee
mixing with 
the salt of 
the sea?

A table for two 
on the beach,
a starlit sky,
the distant whale cry.
Holding hands, a sip and a sigh.

Burning bonds and bridges,
is just another thought to dole.
I should have told you that I loved you,
instead, I've these tattooed regrets on my soul.

Copyright © red barchettadrive | Year Posted 2015

Details | Free verse | |

A Beautiful Reverie

Here I lie beside you
My heart goes thump.thump.thump.
My soul dances inside you
Reveling in the texture of your own.
Electric and flowing 
The currents of our love
Glow like neon lights
Illuminating the hope in my eyes.
Though we're not moving
I feel so incredibly alive
Invincible to my past
Untouchable by all who lack
That gentle touch of when 
You lean in and brush my face
Your lips grazing my skin
Softer than a butterfly.
And then you gaze into my eyes
I fall into your depths 
Twirling like the autumn leaves
Melting into your smile 
Your soul reminiscent of summer.
You pull me into your arms 
And for a moment I'm lost 
Breathless and in awe
Staring in the face of pure exquisite love 
And there you are - holding it 
Glowing in the moonlight of my stare.
My heart beats - its drum pounding away
Echoing a song thats lost its words
I touch your cheek and smile
My hands cant stay away
My lips s l o w l y, draw near yours
Hovering, and then - 
Part, a soft warmth against them.
My eye lids pulling shut
Dragging me into a silent heaven
I pull away - and what seemed millennia
Lasted only a moment, a second in time
But this is our love
This is what you do to me
You make me invincible and fragile
Lost forever in a beautiful reverie.

Copyright © Jay Loveless | Year Posted 2013

Details | Quintain (English) | |

Fair Maybelle

Fair Maybelle trode through the morning dew
She peered through the foggy haze
Her blue eyes saw what I tell you is true
For the fog did part and the sun did blaze
And a pure white unicorn met her gaze

Now it may well seem it would run away
Or perhaps she would rather shy
But against her nature she hastened to stay
And an unseen cord drew her nigh
Till Maybelle's feet she laid her by

So sweetly Maybelle stroked her hair
She longed for her touch once more
But Maybelle ceased, and she left her there
For what a *wight could see, that her heart was sore
Till she meet her love on the Highdown *Tor

So Maybelle walked o'er the far and near
And her one-horned friend followed light as a bird
And they travelled on without a sight of fear
With but one care and nary a word
That winsome twosome persevered

At the long last, Maybelle heard a pleasant sound
The sound of a rollicking song
And the butterflies danced in the air all around
Whilst her love held her dearly and long
If it could, could it be that she was the theme of his song?

So the three of them lived in the fairyland *wold
Where the sun slips off to the moonlight's glow
Where the wind blows warm and the streams flow cold
And the daffodils thrive in winter's snow
Now here is the end, as you surely know


* Wight: A person
* Tor: A high pointed hill
* Wold: A wood or forest

Written 4/2/2013

Copyright © Isaiah Zerbst | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse | |

You Lead Love

As the moon smiles 
beams pearly white 
silver shadows dancing 
in the souls warm sweeping energy 
Sweetly brushing butterfly wings 
floating inside flying to the sound 
Echoes floating in each flutter 
touching a warm dainty voice sings 
magic chanting 
I am to the mantra off your life 
graced each step 
one like a swan in flight 
always flying forward 
Never stepping back
finding everything in peace 
inside out shines beautiful 
dancing the night away

Copyright © liam mcdaid | Year Posted 2014

Details | Free verse | |

Mariposa

Butterfly
painted lady
spread your wings

Thighs of color
pose your love

I light
candle flame
for you
I am
consumed by fire

Since my house
has burned down
I can see
the moon more clearly

I gaze upon
your Eden
falling upon me

I run blindly
to you
as you mount
flowers
in my garden

As I hold you
in my arms
do not
let me feel
your departure
upon my hand...


Copyright © Ken Carroll | Year Posted 2013

Details | Abecedarian | |

The Butterfly and Dragon


And a long time ago and far away,
Beyond this earthly realm.
Can you imagine a beautiful girl,
Deep in a lush green forest dwelling. 
Everyday she followed the tangled paths.
Flowers bright and lovely delighted her,
Gathering them in her arms,
Happy and free the girl roamed.

In a cave close lived a mean witch,
Jealous of the girls beauty, she murmured
Kneeling in front of her caldron whispering,
Live in the forest forever as a butterfly, my pretty!
Moments later the girl was transformed. 

Now years have passed and the girl is doomed,
Only to live as a butterfly in the forest forever. 

Pushing through thick vines a dragon saw her.
Quietly he watched butterfly floating and drifting. 
Realizing he was in love he finally, said hello.
Sweetly she drifted to him swirling and twirling.
Together they roamed all day in happiness,
Under the stars they slept, dreaming.
Very much, in love the butterfly and the dragon.

Walking a path one day, the mean witch saw them.
Xanadu was their existence. 
Yearning, to make things right she turned him.
Zillions of years have passed for two butterflies drifting.

_________________________________
July 3, 2015

Abecedarian

For the contest, Abecedarian, sponsor, Shadow Hamilton

Second Place

Copyright © Broken Wings | Year Posted 2015

Details | Quatrain | |

Dance Of The Butterflies

I had received lots of love in years past I have felt all joys and pitfalls of it No pain seems to enter my simple life Love entertains me, that wonderful hit I know my life floats above tender hearts That which brings love, but sometimes avoids me I move quickly this way and that in air I have “dance of the butterflies” simply My life moves in all respects here and there Highs and lows of dance are of gratitude Love escapes my lips to my gracious love My eyes have passion that brings attitude
Contest: Dance of the Butterflies Sponsor: Gail Angel Doyle 6/5/2013 I know it's a Quatrain...a Rhyming Poem (I hope it's acceptable)

Copyright © Russell Sivey | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse | |

Broken Butterfly Wings

Broken Butterfly Wings
Empty playground swings
tear filled, wide-eyed
Infants sigh
a choking stolen 
silence fills my being
as my love walks away
from me
I see everything wrong
with the world
once more

Copyright © Heather Hill | Year Posted 2010

Details | Tanka | |

To Constance--broken wings

Constance
a fine but sad poet
her poems run deep
into love paradisial
or fraught with thorns

Copyright © Thomas Martin | Year Posted 2015

Details | Quatrain | |

Oh to be that Butterfly

It's now the heart of the summer
Perched on parched, I on this leaf
Rains are forever cried for
To moisten and rid earths grief

Suddenly I hear a rustling
Corn stalks bend and sway
A creature just so beautiful
Allures these words I say

As I talk I feel their excitement
Describing this beauty so fair
Porcelain skin she is
With shoulder length blonde hair

Curvaceous now shows as she bares
As the sky mimics her eyes
Azure blues capture my thoughts
Whilst the clouds begin to cry

A light shower falls
Cobb's become pert at attention
Words described through my eyes
My thoughts in quiet mention

To a filling creek she walks
Slowly immersed in natures champagne
As the heavens caress her body
Translucent pure virginal rains

Her hands caress her body
Blonde hair, now a wetted mane
Droplets run down her curves
I, a Butterfly, in distant frame










http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/love-17.php

Copyright © James Fraser | Year Posted 2011

Details | Light Poetry | |

Butterfly

 
If I were a butterfly
would you love me more?
would you treat me delicately,
look deep into my core?
 
If I were a butterfly
would you let me land
on the tip of your finger
or let me play upon the sand?
 
If I were a butterfly
would you be gentle and nice
breathe softly upon me
and kiss me lightly thrice?
 
If I were a butterfly,
alas I'd fly away
for staying with you, darling
there's quite a lot to pay.
 
If I were a butterfly
I'd rather my soul be free
Never tied to slavery
paying you too high  a fee.
 
Yet if I were a butterfly
would you fly away with me?
Or always unfaithful, would you
fly away with a bumble bee?

written 12/28/2015
PD's 101 in a Row Contest -#6
Placed 8

Copyright © Victor Buhagiar | Year Posted 2015

Details | Tanka | |

Summer Butterfly


Summer butterfly
vibrant wings brighten long days
heat from your passion
cocooned 'til our love flies free
as we dream of sweet nectar


By Rhonda Johnson-Saunders
for Let's Pass a Tanka Love Note contest (Rick Parise) 

Copyright © Rhonda Johnson-Saunders | Year Posted 2012

Details | Terzanelle | |

The Magpie and The Butterfly, A Terzanelle

I look out upon a lonely Magpie,
I feel a great stirring deep in my heart,
As he gracefully glides across the sky.

He’s always searching for his other part,
The Butterfly to whom he gave his soul,
I feel a great stirring deep in my heart.

But he does not know that he is still whole,
Even when apart she is still with him,
The Butterfly to whom he gave his soul.

For that’s what love means, it is no whim,
Giving yourself wholly to another,
Even when apart she is still with him.

And the Butterfly is with her lover,
Knowing the greatest gift that one can give,
Giving yourself wholly to another.

My heart is yours for as long as I live,
I look out upon a lonely Magpie,
Knowing the greatest gift that one can give,
As he gracefully glides across the sky.


*Decoding: reading the first line of each stanza  forms a message to my “Magpie” from his “Butterfly” (as does the last ;) )

Copyright © Sharon Smith | Year Posted 2013

Details | Quintain (English) | |

Love Affair


With rainbow wings, you tarry among the stones
Your caress as light as dew drops in the sun
Searching for a rose to call your own...
A morning breeze intrudes to join the fun
Tickling vines, and petals, where you've clung 

You find a place to rest awhile and preen
Then fly to me, assured and debonair 
You spread apart kaleidoscopic wings
While proudly knowing roses cannot compare
Nor can the scarlet ribbon in my hair

Dear butterfly, while neighbors won't suspect
This love affair I have with you, 
My hair, in which you light, holds new barrette
You flatter me,... am I prize pursued?
You've fluttered down, to be my arm's tattoo

The butterfly flutters by, in whimsical routine
I see him circle round my head, as if to play a game
A tease you are, dear butterfly, I cannot intervene
We will be friends, or more than that, tho' it may be insane
I'll tell you mine, you tell me yours, or do you have a name?


_____________________________________________
For PD. Butterfly Contest

Copyright © Carrie Richards | Year Posted 2014

Details | Verse | |

Blue Butterfly

Blue Butterfly

O' Butterfly! Blue Butterfly!
Where have you been
Night's bitter cold's 
Unending, friend.

O' Butterfly! Blue Butterfly!
Bring love again
Stay 'till I'm old
And to death's end.

'Come! Then love! Let's go, you and I!
Let's fly through the poppies and lie
In the fields of forget-me-nots
Play on the fruit up in tree tops
Taste the sweet necter on stamen tips
Kissing gently the blooming lips
Quench our thirsts by the singing brook
And greet the sun with each new look!'

O' Butterfly! Blue Butterfly!
How can I know
You will not leave?
Dare I trust so?

O' Butterfly! Blue Butterfly!
                          Wind...hear it blow?
                                              And on that breeze
                                                                     You up      and      go.


~by Deborah Burch©
4/01/2011


Form: verse

Copyright © Deborah Burch | Year Posted 2012

Details | Tanka | |

Where now a Butterfly Sits

In innocent lie
Amidst the lightening dew
Poppies in mourning
She unknown, taken at will
Where now a butterfly sits










http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/loss-6.php

Copyright © James Fraser | Year Posted 2011

Details | Free verse | |

Forever loving you

Sounds of a great mountain roar
trembling echoes 
a shaking voice,
flooding down the face
a river of tears 
inside each drop, 
treasured sparkling crystals
pearl jewels weep.

Brings new life 
as joy sweetly blushing 
desires your beauty ,
Crowned queen of the flies bouquet colors,
a butterfly dances 
floats upon a sun lighting rays,
touching inside with warm wings 
sweeping an angel.

Sweet gently skipping desire 
hot pulse beats star lighting passion ,
glows behind the jewels,
baby you shine beautifully bright 
warm when the thunder roars ,
beast of reality natures lion.

Loves arrow strikes 
deeply blushing red
under a pink moon ,
sweetly embracing together 
kissing forever spirit of the night
always uniting under your love,
when our dream becomes true
into eternity hand in hand 
one masterpiece 
walking to paradise 
adoring the picture within you.

Copyright © liam mcdaid | Year Posted 2014

Details | Rhyme | |

Butterflies

BUTTERFLIES


I’d like to spend the night with you.
For the rest of my tomorrows. 
Chasing away our loneliness.
And blocking out our sorrows.


While we lay there in the dark.
The only thought in mind.
The comfort we have found.
And joys we’ve yet to find.


No worries of the future.
No worries of wrong or right.
I just long to hold you.
Throughout the dark of night.


To be there when the day light.
Steals its glory from your eyes.
Sending news that you’re awake. 
On wings of butterflies 


Edwin C Hofert

Copyright © Edwin Hofert | Year Posted 2015

Details | I do not know? | |

Butterfly Birthday

Butterfly kisses
butterfly pastries
                                                                   butterfly breezes
                                                                   butterfly free
butterfly wings
butterfly blue
                                                                   butterfly beautiful
                                                                   butterfly you.

Copyright © Kenneth Moore | Year Posted 2006

Details | Quatrain | |

Butterfly


Her name was Madame Butterfly;
   true love embraced her one fine day.
By sea, he came, 'neath bright blue sky,
   on Navy ship from far away.

Love at first site it was for them,
   this naval officer and his
sweet Geisha from Japan, a gem;
   together found a lover's bliss.

His tour was done, and now goodbye
   would break her heart, but he'd return...
he said...then left his Butterfly.
   She watched him leave with sad concern.

His son was born, and three years passed;
   each day she looked out to the shore.
No sign of him, and she soon asked...
   is he now gone, for evermore?

But, then one day, her love arrived!
   The ship was there moored in the bay.
He had returned, with joy she cried,
   oh, happy day...she knelt to pray.

At once, she saw a woman there...
   and holding hands with her dear man,
the father of her son...unfair...
   he, with a wife, came to Japan.

Her heart now broken; how life turned...
   her true love found then lost, and yet
returned again to now have learned
   he's lost forever...such regret.

Her honor lost, her life is done.
   She hugs her son and says goodbye.
Behind the screen in morning sun,
   with dagger high...poor Butterfly.


Sandra M. Haight

~5th Place~
Contest: A Love Lost, Then Found Only To Lose Again
Sponsor: Brenda Chiri-Carroll
Judged: 08/26/2016

Story from "Madame Butterfly" - an opera composed by Giacomo Puccini

Copyright © Sandra Haight | Year Posted 2016

Details | Rhyme | |

The Racoon and The Butterfly

I watched a raccoon on a warm, sunny evening 
as he lazily sit upon a branch high in the breeze; 
When all of a sudden a brilliant, bright butterfly 
gently landed just below him on a leaf.
The raccoon's eyes lit up with curiosity at the 
brilliance of it's colors, as it's wings slowed to
a soft flutter.
The raccoon reached out to touch the butterfly
and lightly it lifted it's self toward the sky. 
The raccoon reached for it once more with
his little hands eager to touched what his eyes 
adored. The butterfly would not come close enough
for the raccoon to touch and in puzzlement the raccoon
he did stare and watched the brilliant, bright butterfly
flutter in the air. The raccoon seemed to want a little 
friend as the butterfly landed and was now sitting on the
branch's bend.
The raccoon longed to see the butterfly up close and to
touch it's colorful wings it adored. The raccoon stretched
out it's little black hand once more.
To my amazement the butterfly landed in it's hand, this I
adored. As I watched, they stared at each other for what
seemed like hours; It was an amazing site to see natures
love and appreciation for one another. 
What a beautiful memory left on my heart of nature's love
and great spiritual power.

Copyright © Sharon Gulley | Year Posted 2016

Details | Verse | |

The Butterfly

The Butterfly

A butterfly came sat upon my hand in mid July
I stood so still
I couldn't feel
His wings       they moved about
I wondered why he landed there on me instead of         fly
           To fair flowers
With less hours
He knew       there was no doubt
Yet there he was he came to me and I indulged his lie
And then                                                                   he flew
                             In search of dew
                                                          Who knows
             He flits about...

deborah burch©
6/2006

Copyright © Deborah Burch | Year Posted 2012

Details | Rhyme | |

Elusive Butterfly

Even now, the butterflies in stomach churn-
Forbidden fruits which love has failed for sure
Than something more than rarity can burn;
Remnants from ones gaze and wanting more.  

AS tremble stricken flutters jolt the spine;
This love becomes my lifelong wish to feel
Elusive dreams to think that you're all mine
To constantly assume that this is real.        

There's a purity the way your essence moves
My soul! With intrigue brings the beacon near,
And searching undulating labours smoothe
Sees patience as the virtue you must fear.

Those eyes of yours preceive to paradise,
Where memories of meeting you are found
In nightmares to emerge where they suffice 
To disappear like rain inside the ground.

And here to offer much with this request -
Like something that my heart can do without 
The mirage making way performance test
Is one I'm still involved with working out.

Copyright © Titus Llewellyn | Year Posted 2007

Details | Ballad | |

The Definition Of A Real Woman

(W)- A real woman knows that the wages of sin is death so she is not concerned about the wages of a real man, because money comes and goes like day and night; but true love comes just every blue moon. A real woman isn't loud and doesn't have to be the center of attention. Money is a gold-diggers virtue, while patience is a real woman’s virtue. A real woman is always wary of the image she displays to the world because she knows her children are watching her every move. A real woman’s wisdom comes from the teachings of her elders and the experiences and hardships life brings. A real woman is the wings that help a broken man learn to fly again. When you become the object of a real woman’s affection, winning is the only option.

(O)- A real woman’s main obligation is to better herself, before she attempts to become someone’s better half. A real woman is very obliged with all that God has blessed her with. When a man takes a real woman for granted, she makes up her mind to put him away into oblivion. A real woman is use to jumping hurdles because overcoming obstacles in life keeps her on the right track. A real woman doesn't spend her time worrying if failure is around the corner, because she occupies her freedom chasing her dreams in her most comfortable running shoes. A real woman is a hopeless romantic ready to be wooed with an odyssey of love with a real man by her side.

(M)- A real woman’s presence is magnanimous and captures attention because of the poised and elegant stature of her classy nature. A real woman is like the magnet of ecstasy. All women don't attend college or hold prestigious employment, but for many being the Valedictorian of mothers everywhere is the major of their lives. A real woman respects the art of marriage and believes in monogamy. A real woman’s life is the motion picture of sophistication. The mythology of a woman began within a man’s ribs and ends in the beat of his heart.

(A)- A real woman sticks to her man like glue and never abandons his side. A real woman has the ability to do anything a man can. A real woman has the power to fill the abyss of a man’s pains with joy. A real woman prays with her other half because faith is the key of remaining on one accord. A real woman will amaze you with the way she adapts to changes in her ambiance. A real woman is the architect of her own destiny.

(N) A real woman needs a man to understand and love her for everything she is and for everything she is not because a good support system is a leading factor in longevity within relationships. A real woman is the nexus between love and happiness. When you converse with a real woman you will realize that she is nimble with her every response. No man can ignore the nymph of a real woman, because it is in her D.N.A to be notable.


Copyright © Tay Reid | Year Posted 2013