She Poem by Bill Upton

She was many women.
She was 'Woman'.
Life began with the first glance
Being into the eyes of a woman.
From that moment until now there were many
Who held attention, who brought influence.
At first she was the curious stirrings of puppy love-
Little heart poundings without anything to compare,
Crazy thoughts too strong to sleep away.
She appeared at every age, often out of complete surprise.
She shared and taught and interwove into my life
With game- changing smiles and variations of style.
She was playful, friendly, funny,
Beautiful,
Fulfilling an empty space with warmth and substance.
She broke barriers and rules,
Surprising like a thief in the night,
Literally, at times, coming out of nowhere.
She has alienated and caused grief.
She has brought me to my knees.
She has reopened a heart that was closed.
She was many women,
And she was 'Woman'.
I see her in the mirror of my dreams.
She is the face I can't forget.