Sunday, November 06, 2005

by D. Bowden

She lights up a stage
With a radiance and grace

That is magnificent to behold,

And it is amazing to me

That she is mine
But not to be held

As my possession.

For she is owned by no one,
Indpendent and strong,
She plays her own song,
With intelligence and beauty,
And my heart cheers
With admiration and love

For the woman she has become.

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