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Her eyes open to a sunrise that fades in shades bright from its early black
Another day with the weight of the world on her shoulders and a void at her back
But she gets up and bares it because she’s strong and her soul remains intact
Stating that she’s more than amazing is none less than a concrete fact

But some kind of woman she is to hold in her arms a whole planet
The least it could do is make itself lighter and easier to manage
But reality is, and she persists, endures and she still stands
At the end of battles and wars, there she is with her heart inside of her hands
As a gift or a prize for only the luckiest man that will ever live
That woman is worth more than what she’s bargained for, so more than that I’d will to give

No gold, no platinum, no diamonds for this price can surmount or suffice
For she is worth my blood, sweat and tears in a glass with crushed ice
With my body served whole like sushi, uncooked in its truth, wrapped on a mound of rice
And my bones as strength to endure hard times, and I’d give all that to her twice

She’s wears priceless beauty like a Lily, appearing delicate and soft
Yet, stronger than her surroundings like an Orchid from the desert in a Paris city loft 
She’s rare and well kept although daring and free
Committed to the bone, her roots run deep as an age old tree
She’s young and vibrant as a fire-cracker, yet private like an unsung hero
And even if her alias remained unknown, she’d still be my number after zero.

What a woman.  What a beauty.  And it’s unjust to see her bare her’s and other’s pain
It encourages me to will to fill that void on her back, and to romance her pretty brain
To enter her soul and exchange for it, mine and show her that I’m her soldier arriving ready 
to fight
Through wars and rumors of wars, til death parts us before we meet again in the sky in mid 
flight

But you see, if to believe is to have ever lasting life, then even physical death could not out 
endure this man’s will to hold the stem of this beautiful Lily of an Orchid
And she’d tower above as God smiles with love as I hold her proud, up right, strong and 
confident.

To her I would offer that.  To her I would offer me.
But so beautiful she is as a Lily of an Orchid, wild, strong and free.
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