Thursday, March 31, 2011

Woman of few words, silence is her language
But she can touch you because she can talk with her eyes...

A smile so radiant, it lit up the world
Of those around her; She loved giving it away
To those around her; For she received it back
And received much more; The joy that emanates
From the center of the heart, it then swims through out
Bringing peace and love; And this in turn she would give away
All over again...

She promised she'd be there forever and a day
And she will keep her promise come what may
Even if she would have to leave 'tween the journey to home
She'd come back like an angel; And you would know when you sense her scent so sweet
The scent that wafted from behind your neck as she sat holding you tight when you'd meet
So you'll know she is around and you'll wish that you could touch her one last time
And feel her so that you could tell her how much you love her; Something you didn't do
When the bond you shared with her was in its prime...

Listen to what she has to say, you can listen with your eyes
While she talks with hers; She smiles with her eyes
When she wants to tell you; She wants you to know, just how much you mean
To her; There are many like her that you may have met
At least that is what she believes, but you know she is wrong
She also believes that there is just one like you in her universe
And there shall always be just one like you...



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