Distinct Woman Of Mine Poem by LIGHTCHEERFUL BRIGGS

Distinct Woman Of Mine



So much do I love her!
And so much I'm in her
How can I do without her?
Mine everything is in her.

She is my breath
The source of my living
She is my nurse
The lover of my life.

She is my strength
The blood in my capillary
The liver in me
That makes me function.

She is my view
The retina of my eyes
The flesh of my bones
And the soul of my body.

She is the vanilla in my cake
The sausage to my barbeque
The only salt in me
That brings out the taste of my life.

She is my beauty
The source of my cynosure
The beat of my heart
And the pride in me.

She is my reflection
Thru which I view my inner self
And know the hidd'n potentials
Of my literary works.

She is my wit
The ink on my scroll
The alphabet in my words
The figure of my speech.

She is my sonnet
The fourteen lines of my poem
The verses of my poems
And the rhymes of poetry

She is my nightingale
The melody of my songs
The sound of my music
And the sonata of my piano.

She is my ukulele
The beat of my drum
And the genre of my dance step
This distinct woman of mine.

POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
This is mine woman with distinct qualities, the missing rib of my ribs. A million words alphabetically well constructed cannot adequately describe the elements of her perfected beauty. And by trying to describe the indomitable splendor of her beauty with words, I may end up omitting some succulents of her perfected beauty. She is indeed more than beautiful. I love this distinct woman of mine.
COMMENTS OF THE POEM

wonderful words in perfect quality the poem created. Felt it beautiful.

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