She Is…Soft as a morning sunrise, and more beautiful by far…
gazing into her eyes at night, I know where God got stars.
Smooth as a downy feather, her skin beneath my touch…
and laying in my arms at night, I hope she knows how much… I love her.
Quiet as a evening’s sunset, yet strong as eternal tide…
I know this woman loves me, I’ve seen it in her eyes.
How came I to be so lucky, how came I to be so blessed…
to hold, to love, to cherish, to know her soft warm kiss.
She says so little with her words, and yet the world stands still…
I listen for her sweet voice at night, and my heart just won’t be still.
Her hair flows all about a face, that shines with endless love…
It softly reflects the moonlight, from a night sky far above.
Where did God find such beauty, when he thought to make her live…
Only he could think of all the things, that a man would want to give…
a woman.
She is.
Ron Walker January 1998
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