Woman

In my eyes, as my eyes being but two there is nothing more beautiful and exciting as a woman true. God has created his flowers and his trees, But, in my eyes he never really created until he created Woman. She with hair as long as the grass blowing in the breeze. She with eyes as bright and deep as the sun awaiting for me. Eyes that can search a man's soul for his woe, and feels it with happiness. She with a smile as the rainbow arriving after the storm. The smile and rainbow many men have searched for, so to feel our soul with warmth. She with the body and the walk of an Angel, that stops man's breadth in his lungs. She with the gift of life, that gives an old man the right again to feel young. She with a scent of her own that no one but her owns. As the rose and dewdrops have their own She has hers, but alas theirs can be owned. God created the flowers and the trees, and all the beauty of this world. And I know that I wouldn't be alone when I speak. Take your leaves, and take your trees. Take your rose, and take your snow. But, I beg of you God please, women unto me, leave. Randy L. McClave