Why is my eyes don't blink
as she passes me by
the beauty of dreams
delicious to my eye true as it seems
fresh strawberries whipped on cream
attitude above the sky
each step trembles high
feet on heels, hearts below
phenomenal as she go
why is that she doesn't see me?
Time was kind to me
for a blow my heart took
as graciously she look
but not at me
those curves move me in trance
as my beats move and dance
but when sun shines bright
above wanting for her delight
my eyes loose her sight
phenomenal woman
that's her
Is she real?
for all I have seen
are crystal queens
bright on profile
but shatters in a while
they say they love me
but do i?.. none
for my heart belongs to one
I quest to reach in my dream's lullaby
a phenomenal woman of my dreams
Author notes
hmm.. ma mother is one phenomenal lady. she is still living with my father and brought me up
well am a guy and for some reason i find it weird to be like any phenomenal woman but i wont mind liking them 
ps: i have no idea why did i mentioned strawberry and cream....
A contest entry
- Phenomenal Woman-Reopened for a few hours..come on, hurry up! by jinsays.
1800 points, ended September 19, 2008, 17 entries
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Comments
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The quality of love we have for a mother is the same quality many men look for in a wife.
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This is Absolutely Beautiful
A delightful, wonderful poem.
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This is wonderful! Very good Description!!
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wonderful entry, thank you!
jin
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