Lips of tenderness
Moist blue cirrus clouds
A virtuous woman
Never makes one sad
A voice of substance
Penetrates the core.
The woman I hold
Closest to my soul
Her sweetness matches
the angel from up high
Her beauty within
Outshines yellow roses
Only found in paradise.
Having her in my life
Fills me with gladness
Knowing the flame of love
Burns within her heart
Bring tears to my eyes.
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copyright © 2010
Eyan Desir
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