Sunday, May 20, 2007

Woman

God's gift to men, maybe his greatest curse;
with sensuous curves, her presence sadly terse.
Long flowing locks, beautiful hanging curls,
full, lush red lips and neck adorned by pearls.
Pearls that rest gently, on smooth flowing skin,
everytime I see her, I behold the angel thats within.
The angel that is hidden by a strange and clever guise,
her gorgeous body in which she hides is the great disguise.
An angel God has sent to bless and haunt my being,
What type of cruelty is this blessed spirit im fleeing.
For it is bliss to be near her yet torture all the same,
One man can only handle so much without going insane.
- A

2 comments:

Justin said...

i like the poetry, but the italics makes it hard to read.

The wanderer A said...

Thanks. Sorry it is hard to read but I don't know how to change it....