ODE TO A FINE WOMAN
Blessed with elegance and pride
Blooming like a new born bride
Carved with the finesse of a genius
Waiting like success to make a thrust
Looked at by some with enmity
Of which only jaelous eyes can behold a beauty
Conscious that they could never attain
Such splendour were they to come again
Oh fine woman, tell me again
Are you of this world,or some other terrestial plane?
Oh woman or mirth, what name suits you lady?
I have no choice but to call you honey.(Wallace Paul © 1981)
Blessed with elegance and pride
Blooming like a new born bride
Carved with the finesse of a genius
Waiting like success to make a thrust
Looked at by some with enmity
Of which only jaelous eyes can behold a beauty
Conscious that they could never attain
Such splendour were they to come again
Oh fine woman, tell me again
Are you of this world,or some other terrestial plane?
Oh woman or mirth, what name suits you lady?
I have no choice but to call you honey.(Wallace Paul © 1981)