Woman

Woman,
wrapped in your beauty,
your duty, the toss of your hair,
the twinkle in your eyes,
your lips stained rosy, waxed.
there is nothing you lack.

So fair your are, no heart thats pure,
but pure of sprit,
until the light of youth
departs from the face
that once turned men 's heads-
now dry and chaffed
In your grace, full bodied,
the mirror of life,
Your stitches saved nine.

© Catfish Snuzie