The Woman With the Child In Her Eyes
The sunshine glows like honey in the hazel of her gaze
Your thoughts are understood by her intellectual maze
Your blindness is lifted by her ever searching sight
The woman with the child in her eyes.
Her patience is eternal, the length of time no thought
Her spiritual awareness, you have most of your life sought
You are doing less of taking, and giving’s much more fun
The woman with the child in her eyes.
You love her most intently, her honour you will defend
And she loves you in her own way, on each other you depend
Her dark hair once in pigtails are now tresses with ebony sheen
The woman with the child in her eyes.
You sometimes hurt each other, but with no bad intent
And she is always honest, no long stories to invent
I will never forget that moment, that spark of sheer delight
When that child became a woman in my eyes.
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