This Woman is a Poem

This woman is a song

her voice plays a gentle sound

with no more a pleasant syllable

to ever pass me.

This woman is a poem

her movements a graceful meter

with such soothing articulations

I read her thin lines out loud.

This woman is a flower

her passions blooming

with effortless substance

and quiet grace.

Though she won’t know

my words are for her,

I whistle her tune

I recite her lines

I cherish her petals…

and oh when I see her,

how I smile

at all this woman is to me

yes this woman,

she is a poem.

I hope she knows.