Updated: Dec 10, 2020

There is no more fragrant scent

than that of a woman,

to take away my last breath.

Leading to the elegance of a rose

swaying in the breeze,

taste upon a romantic sojourn.

Yet their minds are where they live,

such dreams and aspirations

upon their gentle, mindful touch.

For they are the creators of our lives

to be treasured as gold,

worshiped for beauty's strength.

For without their tenderness of love

where would the world be,

burned down by the overbearing .

Timothy Michael DiVito c2020


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