TY Baker.

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 you are, no heart that's pure, but pure of sprit,

until the light of youth

departs the face,

that once turned men's head

now dry and chaffed.

In your grace, full bodied,

the mirror of life,

your stitches saved nine.

© Catfish Snuzie