The Love Of A Woman

I saw a most beautiful woman, today;
it, indeed, was love at first sight;
for a moment, it seemed, she’d stay;
tho, she disapeared in the night.

I felt her love, as she entered the room;
tho she didn’t even know I was there;
there was a trace of her sweet perfume;
I did my best; not to stare.

I had seen her, a great many times before;
tho she often wore a different face;
dreaming of times; I’d see her once more;
my love was an act of disgrace.

For I was gazing upon a garden of roses;
God’s love and beauty; within;
love presents; in many shapes and poses;
through thought; all things begin.

God presents love as a physical situation;
in reality; it’s far more than it seems;
two become one; an eternal equation;
such love; the culmination of dreams.

A rose of such love is protected by a thorn;
to ward off all conflicts and fears;
in heaven; all roses shall become reborn;
and Love will wipe away all tears.

In heaven, each rose has reached full bloom;
tho their petals fell off when they died;
their beauty; spectacular; like sweet perfume;
with the love of a woman inside.

Monty 11/1/23. # 1,841