Oh, What for A Woman
Oh, what I could do for the touch of a woman,
Making everything soft within, then tired for the search is done,
No rest knows that with by your side woman,
When all things cliché’ give new light as your sun,
Days are longer, but now with meaning,
And not out of habit your destination is home,
For now every second spent, waiting, hoping, dreaming,
At last her and you are together alone,
Oh, what I would do for the chance of a woman,
All foretold floods the mind, nothing is further than the close,
No anticipation knows that of a woman,
Imaginary nectar carries great flavor in dose,
The day needs more time, goals must be met,
But these are just hopes in light of a vision,
By the end of the day, all chips have been bet,
The near future will be haunted by final decision,
Oh, What I must do for memory of a woman,
Strain to restore colors faded by time,
No obsession knows the mourn of a woman,
Through a course of events, no longer “mine”
The days seem faded; time slips though the hand,
As the mind takes it’s time to unblur the old,
Forget to walk because you hardly stand,
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