Who Is She?

She is able to be on her own.

She is not afraid to be alone.

I love to look at her across a cafe table.

I enjoy her she is strong and able.


She can cry to tears and laugh to pee.

It is her own will that brings her to me.

She loves others too that is plain to see.

With lots of folks she loves to be.


She reads and loves all kinds of books.

She gazes at me with tender looks.

She can speak with power to lots of folks

She whispers to me our own private jokes.


She loves to dance with with swirls and grace.

When I see her  joy covers my face.

We love to hold hands along the shore.

We are one to our very core.


She is you, the lovely women  that I know. I am so blessed.



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