Your face
Your face
I love you, my beautiful woman.
When I look into your eyes.
I feel so small and loved.
You are my wildflower dreams and my nightly sweet wish.
Silk and satin make you smile and content.
I love how you sweeten my night and make my life perfect.
I love your face.
When I watch you sing and dance for the moon and the sun.
I know. I’m the lucky man.
Coyote.
Beautiful words, feelings from the heart. My b/f calls me “Woman”, I like that. I am his Woman and he is my Man, I know the things he pretends to moan about me are perhaps the things he loves the most. Your words have given me that warm fuzzy feeling – you know what I mean 😀
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I’m glad and thank you my friend for reading and the comment.
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beautiful poem x
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A good piece. I think, it’s just a thought, if the word “woman” was replaced with a name the tone of the poem would change to a deeper intimate mood. What do you think, does that still fit with your intention?
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I believe you are right. Would make more personal and thank you for reading and the help. I free-write everything. I must return and edit later.
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