A woman doesn’t fill a space;
She occupies a mood,
And although she may contemplate-
She will never brood.
A woman never speaks her mind;
She slips it through her pores,
And though unspoken, you will find-
You’ll notice it much more.
Though woman is no extrovert,
She’s someone dear to you;
As close to heaven as you’ll get-
And none as near, to you.
Patti Masterman
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-woman-6/
