Bernardo F. Asuncion Poet Rhyme

The Woman Who Isn't A Song

Angie, you smile at all things in your front,
Envy escapes from what you do possess;
Because You Can't Always Get What You Want,
Your heart just shows humble indebtedness.

I grasp that you are not Under My Thumb,
For you freely form your own decision;
You just Paint It Black or white in outcome,
Because life brings both mirth and depression.

You view that I am not a Tumbling Dice
To be thrown, to land wherever they may;
Even Wild Horses can never devise
A force that can madly drag me away.

You are not as those Honky-Tonk Women
With wild and uninhibited lifestyle;
Nor a Ruby Tuesday to be ruined,
Instead, as Rolling Stones, you are worthwhile.

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Oliver Mckeithan July 19, 2025 at 3:26 PM Congrats on your placement in my contest Bernard. Like the way you focus in on loving one woman and the last line is excellent. Bernardo F. Asuncion July 19, 2025 at 5:42 PM Thanks, dear Sir Oliver. I enjoyed your very challenging contest and I will treasure the 2nd placement.