True Woman

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    True Woman

    For coming into my life I must say "Thank You"
    For being the true beauty that you are  must again say "Thank You"
    For letting me be part of your wonderful life , again " Thank You"
    For sharing a bed ,caressing your toned luscious body , "Thank You"
    My promise to you is to be a better man for your future in word and deed
    My promise to you is to meet your fiery desires and your fervent needs.
    My promise to you is to share all your pain and sorrows
    My promise to you is to have equality thoughout  our tomorrows.
    I respect who you are and what you been through,
    So many things that make me say "I LOVE YOU "
    I make a "prenup" with you, not on paper but in my heart
    To always be there for you to never be apart.
    You have signed your name in my lonely heart,
    You have renewed my joy giving me a new  start.
    I will never be ashamed to learn from you or  to take your advice
    For that will make me a better man , worth a better price .
    As for you, your beauty is priceless, your love unrivaled,
    Your beauty still intact despite your many trials.
    I love everything about you and all you bring to my life,
    My promise to you is to never bring you any pain, or any strife.
    Such eloquene and elegance, beauty is yours with every moment
    Thank you for being who you are, "Thank you for being a True "Woman"

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    Karmelpudding commented on True Woman

    06-18-2009

    very lovely poem, I can tell who ever this person is they have your heart completly.. For a woman that is all we ever strive for is true love.

    wjpharg

    06/24/2009

    Thank you I hope every man have a type of love for their queen. Because a woman truly is magnificent and what holds families together.

    A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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