The Essence Of A Woman

The essence of a woman
is in the innocence of her soul.
Her eyes which speak volumes without
saying a word.
It is in her smile when she trusts
you enough to show it.
It is in her broken heart which many
times has lost its tempo but still
beats softly when she sleeps.

Few know this...
For they seek the shallow
and the exquisite in body.
The tempetuous nights spent in lust.
Waking only to spend the day
reeking of sex.
How proud they must be!
What a conquest,what an achievment!
...really?

So ask now what does a man really want?

The woman who shifts from
moonbeam to moonbeam
evasive,yet a phenomenon
waiting to be discovered,
should she desire it so.

Or...

Perhaps the woman who will
cast her charms like shadowed
cobwebs,whispering choice words
to keep her sponsored allure.

Maybe it is the kind of man
that should be known.

The one who never forgets
her favorite song.
The every day silly things which
make her laugh.
When to hold her close when she
cries during those dreams
that steal her sleep.
The man who never tires of her
voice on the phone every time
she thinks of him.

Oh, the essence of a woman.
...a woman who should be loved,
vulnerably,loved forever.

Does such a woman exist?
This woman of substance,of honor?

Yes she does...
for I know her..
I am her.