Looks

My picture of a woman 
is simple and deep
of one not self absorbed
but sometimes would weep

Her hair as a woman's
and manners as such
her conversation simple
and selflessness much

My picture of a woman
that sometimes exist
sometimes I see her walking
and add her to my list

she sometimes see's me watching 
though I try not to stare
She ask, "Is there someone else I'm watching?"
"Or is there someone else there?"

I'd love to say I love her
and hold her in my arms
give her every part of me
name her in my songs

My picture of a woman
as shy as i am
in my mind I see her dreaming
as I do as I am

I wish that i could ask her
can you trust me as I am?
As knowledge does not
as fateful memories could not

My picture of a woman 
who love has not forgot
lest not forsaken
the prize of my plot
Copyright © | Year Posted 2019

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Deschler Avatar
January 19, 2023 at 9:56 AM
Actually, there are many, many women like her, but unfortunately, they are too easily overlooked... I enjoyed reading this heartfelt and expressive piece. Great poem, John!
Dietrich Avatar
July 2, 2019 at 9:59 AM
This is very thoughtful, JOhn. A few women exist such as this. My younger self was kind of this woman, but now I am much more confidant and not as shy. I really enjoyed this.
Loving Iii Avatar
October 8, 2019 at 5:14 PM
your still that woman.
Kendrick Avatar
March 6, 2019 at 7:38 PM
Creative work. Enjoyed reading. I thought you had died and gone on before me even though I'm an old woman because I have not heard from you in so long. Thanks for dropping by. Who is Otto(The Orkin Man)? Sara
Loving Iii Avatar
June 20, 2019 at 9:30 PM
No just got empty.
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