A Growing Queen Poem by kwane Lamb

You impress me most…
When you try not…
You will understand love…

Once you taste the heartbreak…
You will only understand life…

When you run into death…
You are that woman which…
Your inner queen seeks…

That which is inside, know the outer…
Concerning love, life and respect…
All to well…

Remember lady, a closed hand…
Knows not what a handshake is…
And you are the woman of the hour…

Show your inner strength…
Shine like the sun and touch…
All…

whisper kwane…
Swtlamb@yahoo.com