I stand and look not at an angel or a goddess
Neither do I look upon a queen or a princess
You stand above them all with style and élan
What do I look upon, just a woman?
A gentle kiss upon the head
And all ills disappear as a child is put to bed
A kiss upon the cheek love and affection shown
To the young and some a little more grown
A sparkling tear gliding down a cheek so fair
Sometimes sorrow or deep despair
Another tear, same cheek and a look so coy
Heartfelt happiness and you radiate joy
A tender smile that says I am glad to see you
A look from the eyes that say what is this I hear of you
A thousand looks with which to talk
A thousand looks and a thousand thoughts they invoke
You hands light and soft to hold
To kiss the hands gentlemen are spurred to actions bold
To a small child confidence these hands give
When held out to a lover, a reason to live
Your arms around a man and he is king
His head on your breast gentle serenity you bring
Talk gently and he hears angels sing
Let him look in your eyes and all the joys of life you bring
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Author:
David Grubb (
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- Published: July 10th, 2017 04:14
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 27
Comments2
David, what a beautiful ode to womanhood. Thank you for a great poem celebrating all women.
They are a thing of joy and beauty, are they not? Appreciated this fine poem, David.
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