by Robert Anderson

Created on: November 24, 2008   Last Updated: December 03, 2008

The Beauty Of A Woman

The beauty of a woman is not just the wonders of my vision nor the calmness of my dreams, where I gaze on wind swept hair, like the barley fields of Ireland. Or skin of Autumn leaf with the first droplets of rainfall, so moist is the texture as it softens from touch, to a cotton cloud.

The beauty of a woman lies behind the oceans, seen through the diamond clusters of her eyes, to within her body of complexity, unique within it's tidal waves of passion and forgiving nature.

The warmth of a woman is not only in those stolen, inferno moments of passion, nor the after warmth from spent moments in slumber as we incubate together in our dreams as one, inseparable within a bond of mutual contentment.

The warmth of a woman is in the radiance of a room as she passes a breeze of warm air from her presence that searches to find you in the coldest of moments, cloaking you as individual as you are within her smile.

Or that ambient glow as you watch a new born baby being nurtured by it's mother, soft and silent in smile and heart, safe and comforting, to bring out reminisces in all men to enviable moments that evaluate this mother, within this radiance of warmth, to that of a volcanic blanket, through the smiles and slumber of his child.

The mind of a woman I nether know nor do I wish to know, This I leave to the woman as individual and complex as the stars in my universe. I know they are there for me, at times. With this I feel fulfilled and welcomed within their world.

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