"My Friend"

How precious the Woman so lovely her song

Her touch so gentle

 Loving and strong.

How special her love so healing and kind

With fierce resolve 

And presence of mind.

How loving her words they comfort my pain

like flower and sun

In love with the rain.

How beautiful the Woman so sweet and serene

Bright colors of love

In valleys of green.

This poem is for you, the Woman I see

Created by God

So beautiful to me.

So God bless the Woman, this prayer I send

Protect her and love her

This woman, my friend.

© Night.2013 

 

Reviews

[Phil Smith]

Wow! Great work!
I really liked this one, and the way the 'Woman' was presented; the fact that you capitalised her name was a great addition - much like 'God' might be.
The imagery here was really inspiring, using the old Romantic era techniques to compare this woman with the beauties of nature - very impressive.
I hope that this woman is a real person, and that you have the pleasure of knowing her, if so, you're a very lucky man :)

[Night]

Thank you for the kind review...and yep, she's real alright...=)

[patricia]

We have a feminine and a masculine side in ourselves...so I hope these beautiful words return ten fold to you!
The poem of self acceptance you did the other day...I was thinking about it in the bus station yesterday...there was some great psychology behind that with the point of view of the reader kept cleverly in your mind. Nice work.

[Night]

Thank you Trish, you take care...=)

[DIVYA]

You are lucky to have her with you my friend! Cherish her and celebrate her presence in your life. A woman of so many virtues is hard to find nowadays and when one finds this precious gem one must truly value it.

Another wonderful poem from you. Thanks....

[Night]

Thank you so much...=)