THE PERFECT WOMAN

I

Her eyes are sad

Her soul is strong

She is the epitome of

Grace and honor

Imperfect yet angelic

With each stride

She walks

With her head held high

She will not be brought down

II

She is not a doll of the past

She is a symbol

Of the future

No man will put her in ANY place

She strives to be

Where she wants to be

She will achieve and overcome

All that hinders her way

III

In her eyes

Lie the tears of the past

In her heart

She carries the burden of pain

But strength leads her on

She is torn down

Worn by the obstacles thrown her way

Yet she finds the hope

To lead others to the right path

IV

Her intelligence is unsurpassed

Her wit is irreplaceable

Her charm reels even

The coldest of heart in

She can break your heart

While putting a smile on your face

She gives you hopes and dreams

And erases all traces of hurt

That lie heavily upon your heart

V

She has been battered by the tides

Pushed around by the wind

Raped by the world

Their hate and ignorance

Scarring and scalding her

She has stood up and faced them

With eyes glazed with tears

Only to thank them for the strength

They have instilled in her

VI

She is beauty

Like the rose without thorns

Like the wind without a chill

She is the warmth of the sun

Her passion is a raging fire

But she is gentle to the touch

VII

She is shy and softspoken

While courageous and sweet

The embodiment of truth

She endures for others

Waits faithfully by their side

When the world loses patience

VIII

She holds her tongue

And hides her anger

Her fears and secrets

Remain lost in a deep place

Where light no longer reaches

Her pride is subdued

She falls to the will

That is respect

She bows to no one

But inner frustration

VIIII

She is exotic and mysterious

Tame and wild

Possessing the joy only found

In the heart of a child

She is freedom

Soaring into eternity’s deep purple skies

She is seduction and passion

A single drop of disappointment

Floating in a sea of innocence

X

She is an ear that listens

A hand that guides

A care that is cherished

Her path is trampled

Twisted and broken

But she is an example

That is being set

XI

She is a savior

A life can be rested in her hands

When falling

She will catch you

She will pick up the pieces

And unshatter the broken lives

She knows the silent words

That need not to be spoken

But whispered softly

The understanding and affection

That can push the gray clouds away

XII

She is incentive

To do what is right

To do what needs to be done

She is the flame of the future

And she is brightly lit

She sees past differences

And into similarities

She is blind to hate

And open to love

XIII

She is dearer than a daughter,

More than a sister,

Quite like a mother

But so much more

She is a girl, a woman

She is a friend

MY FRIEND