A Woman Sweet Lady Luck, I've a favor to ask, It's a large one I fear, and no easy task; That is, to build me a woman, without yet a name, That the past couldn't break and the future can't tame. Bless her with laughter and a spirit of strength, A compassionate will and patience in length; The grace of a dancer perfecting an art, And a love for the living placed deep in her heart. Make her a woman who's proud to be free To ride on the wings of her own destiny; Gorgeous brown eyes with a sparkle in each, And a softness of touch from a delicate reach. Long raven tresses falling softly like rain Upon such slender shoulders that have never known pain; Grant her serenity and sanity in thought To accept what she's given and enjoy what she's got. Create her with an innocence only an infant could claim, And a smile that has never and will never know shame; Temper her with wisdom of the aging of years Hidden deep in her eyes within a whisper of tears. Soft tender lips 'neath an aqualine nose With the faint scent of dew-drops from a fairy-tale rose; A crystalline laughter that sounds as it seems, Like rogue shafts of sunlight through forests of dreams. Send her with a smile of genuine love, That blesses with a happiness sent from above; Create all the curiosity and mischief of youth With a strong sense of respect for the beauty of truth. Grace her with wit and humor and charm To keep her in health and to keep her from harm; Give her the courage to go after her dreams, And knowledge to know that all is not as it seems. Cause in her mercy to forget and forgive, To help both herself and others to live; Teach her compassion and kindness in measure, And teach her to live life from pleasure to pleasure. Give her a soul filled with a passionate fire That burns with the strength of a lover's desire; Make her so beautiful and humble and sweet That emporers and kings shall fall at her feet. Bathe her in softness, a silken caress Of whispers and sighs in abundant excess; Make her these things, make her each one and more, A product of beauty, magic, wisdom, and lore. Sweet Lady, please hear me as I lie here alone, Wishing for daydreams and pleasures unknown; Grant me this wish -- each night it's the same, Grant me this woman -- and give her a name. Feb. 13, 1998
Reason for writing:
Was laying in bed one night and it wouldn't get out of my
mind until I wrote it down. Didn't sleep the entire night.
Payed for it the next day at work, but at least I got it
out. Heh. Other than that, I think it was kind of my way
hoping that I'd find someone I could be happy with.
Birth sign: Not entered
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