I spy with my little eye,
Something that could make a real man cry.
A woman's affection, a woman's attention, a woman's protection,
Something a real man cannot deny.
No matter how many other faces, the reason his heart race is, that one woman's heart's reply.
She gets under your skin, she's in your very melanin,
She loves you so divinely,
Her love is something you want to win.
Your very cause and effect,
The reason you fight and protect,
The thing that boys abuse and neglect
The way you live your life.
I spy with my little eye,
Something that's taken for granted,
The intensity of a true woman's love.
It's shell shocking, non stopping.
By: Bella~
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For The Nameless And Faceless
PoesiaJust a journal of poems I've written both old and new. Share if you'd like. I'm just getting things off my brain.
