Two gems so full of life, her eyes sparkle brown. Her smile
so warm and enveloping, nary a frown. The scent of her perfume
wafting gently throuhg the air. The soft flowing locks
of her beautiful brown hair. The delicate soft rose petals
that form her lips. The sensuous curves of her elegant hips.
Her breasts so perfect, so supple yet firm. With such an
intensity, her spirit does burn. Her beauty is not just
slight or skin deep. But a perfect form that would make Michel
Angelo weep. An inteligence of heart, a spirit so strong.
Trying to make the best when things go wrong. A strength
of character that many shall never find. Aperfect balanc
of beauty, heart, spirit and mind. Not wanting to be put
on a petalstle, surely to fall and break. Wanting the things
that are real, and disaproving of the fake. Standing on
the shores of a tempest sea. Not afraid to dream the dreams
of what might be. From the first time I met her, through each
passing dawn. Watching her, learning from her carrying
on. Moving forward to her dreams, making them into goals.
Accepting her responsability, and playing her roles.
A thousand pictures I could paint, each a thousnd words
to say. Would fall sorrowfully short of describing this
woman and her amazing way. Nomatter what may come of the
things that we've had. From that first moment, to the future,
I will always be glad. That we've had the time to do all that
we've done. Here I am hoping that our journey has just begun.
by emw4 copy writed material of the author
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