Prosperous Poem by kwane Lamb

My eyes slowly showing
What her heart was knowing
Thy elan soaring

I can unselfishly share
I can care
I am no longer rare

Returning love no more a dare
A gift now in my lair
Woman the gift...not spare

Finished living on the line
Which was consuming my time
Independently of the gift divine

Impartial, woman one of a kind
May help fortify one's mind
Mutually...one half.

Sympathetic is she
I advance not with lids closed
I wish not...turn up my nose

She is more, I suppose
I am becoming whole
Loving is bold

To this woman I promise my soul
Woman is real
Woman is alive

Now I live
As to protect that of my rib
My heart was...heavy

Before this woman I plea
Cultivate your warmth of me
I may have played the fool

How I have changed my attitude
That old theorem most not prove true
Let me give thanks and shout

And pull the red carpet out
Dear woman may God
Forever bless you

Dubbed...as a
human to human contact.
A union I shall eternally respect