Woman

Behind the fragile countenance
Amidst the plaintive eyes
Despite the ponderous load
It’s a wonder why she’s as gentle and mild

However fruitless the day is
No matter how troubling the tide
When things go rough and turbulent
Would you see her crumble and die?

In instances when a few tears drop
It seems she has nowhere to go
But wait till she wipes off those tears
And go on with life’s urgent call

Then again when someone keeps her heart
Ablaze with the gift of love
She’ll seek the depths and the ruins
And tenderly give up all that she has

A woman…
She’s all there could ever be
No one ever compares to her
She’s a woman and I am she.