There is a Woman
By dan ankers
There is a woman, whom the world does not know
she is little and kind
and brave
There is a woman,
who I will call my wife someday (soon)
and for this very purpose, this world I would save
I love her so much that my heart cannot show it
the towers and volumes of treasures they gained
for so has her walk on this earth been so earnest, her toes have been blessed by the angels
and saved, from the ashes of civility's lost forgotten code, from whence God created the earth and left his children to roam, to the palaces where Kings of olden times remained,
thy very essence of goodness and love is ingrained
She, like a leaf from the treetops has fallen, so
fragile and kind
BUT.
Do not be duped
She's a wily one
And soon
like the moon
she will turn once again
to remind you of that unkind thing you said
or that thing that you dropped on the ground
but not like a harlot or a woman besot
NO. She will do it with kindness
She is woman's purest essence
refined thus
