That Woman
To stare into her gentle eyes,
All thoughts and worries are simply paralyzed,
I see the smile beaming from her heart,
Her beauty rising above that of art,
Her delicate and once innocent friendship,
Sinks stones in my heart with hope filled courtship,
Thawed and warm,
Apart from knowing the life of a treacherous storm,
Her tender love made my soul reborn,
Her independence I adorn,
I'll never be the same without the love of that woman,
Her heart of fierce passion to adept for any man.
Copyright © Joshua Arnett | Year Posted 2011
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