. . . The Woman . . .

by Daisy Kizza
(Johannesburg, South Africa)

Not one day
could ever hold time
Enough - to celebrate
the beauty that a woman comprises
From her delicate soul
to the perfection in her smile
A tale like hers
could never fade with time . . .
She smiles through the pain -
keeps on walking
Holding her head high -
even when the world
starts talking
Keeps her secrets -
you could never find the truth in her eyes
So mysterious -
you couldn't tell the truth from the lie . . .
When the day dawns -
just like the sun, she rises
Her mind unfolds -
a glimpse filled with sweet surprises
She's got love for the world
in all shapes and sizes
She dominates - yes -
a master of compromises . . .
Her sweetness is unique
to her alone
With her love
she could draw feeling from a stone
Her presence lingers
long after her being is gone
The Woman is timeless -
her legacy is forever long . . .