Her Essence
But who is this women defined
more beauty then can write you'll find
I hear from her such precious laugh
of humor she has more than half;
Think of her with a youthful mirth
ere the senses made of this earth
she is the fairest by her though
beauty as hers must go untaught;
But more should have I think, I aught
for this woman many have fought
but of her mind I wish to know
dear to me if it be I'll show;
Adore for her a love to grow.
Copyright © Christopher Williams | Year Posted 2005
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