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[aid] => mick
[title] => A woman such as this
[time] => 2005-08-06 03:34:43
[hometext] => My romantic prose of a woman I wish to be with. I haven't gotten this to her yet & though much time and effort has been put into this, I don't know if I will because I don't know her that well. Nonetheless, I consider this my masterpeice of love for her.
[bodytext] => “A Woman such as this” It is the facets of her character that uphold my desire to be with a woman such as this. Surely she is an oxymoron to many contemporary women, for she is stunningly beautiful but remains with discretion. She utilizes a holy love for others, She does not go after her own but the things of the Lord. Surely she is an oxymoron and equally a work of preservation from on high, being both beautiful and wise. Could a man want more from a woman with such potency as this? Of such a woman as this, it is that I desire to be with. How many women could there be like this that should hold my interest? Let me explain the well evident care of our creator in this enriched woman of manifest beauty. Her presence brings warmth to my heart as if the sun had risen all over the world yet when she walks in the room it is as if a cool summer breeze had passed through, leaving me calm and refreshed. Her eyes resemble a majestic waterfall, hypnotizing peaceful and beautiful. Yes, her eyes are like glass spheres that encompass the light of the constellations in the midst of the universe, yet her eyes are not alone in that universe for their gaze has fallen upon me they have swept me up and carried me upon the winds of emotion. When she sets her gaze upon me I feel as if I have been encircled in a garden of roses and poinsettias. One may say the fragrance of the aroma is almost overpowering, but no, it is just right. It is where time seems to have stopped for just that moment, so that she may grace me with her dazzling eyes. It is just right to me. Also it is as if for one night, upon one man, the moon has shone its brilliance to. This is how she gazes upon me. She entraps my attention with her eyes as a deer to a bright light. If I were to name them they would receive the names of many precious gems. Many precious things do her eyes remind me of. A blessing from God she has been given as she so maintains her beauty hand in hand with integrity and righteousness. In well doing she is like a beautiful garden that increases in scope. She is full of life and wonder and garnished with the sweet smell of the morning dew and the honey of laboring bees in the heat of season. She receives her strength and sustenance from the Lord who has joyously parlayed her into His kingdom. She is indeed a garden to be highly valued. A woman of virtue and honesty she is. Her hair is like a golden wheatfield that sways in sync with the wind at harvest time as it reflects the brilliance of the setting sun endowed with color. Her eyebrows are like sticks of cinnamon and spice that grace her eyes like bejeweled crowns upon the heads of many righteous and renown queens. Her beauty is comparable to the beauty of 1000 sunsets. She emits more and more beautiful colors as time goes on. She saunters and sways here and there like the jaguar of Africa in all her royalty. Yes, her promenade has been made known to me. Her walk is as smooth and graceful as a school of fish in the glorious depths of the vast open sea as they masterfully weave their way through the invisible forces of the currents that bear against them as if they were but nothing. Her cheeks are like skillfully fashioned ivory and as smooth as marble, yet they are as soft and sleek as the world-renown silk of china. It resembles her delicate yet firm texture so exact and so precise that even the poorest of men would offer gold and valuables to behold it. Her lips are as ripe cherries borne in the wild during mid-summer heat; soft....shiny as it sets forth embellishment to her face. Her voice compares with the sound of a violin played at the hands of a gifted musician in harmony and step with the stars of galaxies unknown. Her presence near me is like the aurora, the stratospheric phenomenon caught ever so rarely but when viewed, it is done so with great reward. It approaches the night sky set with banners and armed in brilliance. It is beheld by men only with eye opened awe. Her smile is like the stars shining with all of their prowess, immersing the dark in fresh light. As she smiles, pearls of great value hidden in her mouth are revealed and I am astonished. When she smiles it is like a light from above has come down on her, and it is even as if the very the warmth of the sun has been felt. Yet again I am soothed and left to marvel as my being is held captive in attentive receptance to her much illuminating and inviting expressions. So, answer me then, from your heart with a wise answer to this inspiring question. Could a man desire more from a woman such as this? Of all of the beauty that is beheld by the eyes of man, could a beauty posessing more depth, posessing more grace, posessing more fulfillment exist and thus surpass the beauty that I have beheld? Nay, as my eyes have been lain to rest in a day-dream like daze for this one woman of splendor. Out of all other beauties available to my contemporaries and myself, this beauty is most elegant and most assuring and most refreshing. I desire this one the most, she is my beauty, and will continue to be. [comments] => 6 [counter] => 221 [topic] => 2 [informant] => voiceinthewilderness [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => LovePoetry )
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