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I find it amazing that you can Create an entire civilization with just one female.... A lot of you women really don't understand your true worth She means to me... What the lung means to breathe... what the arm means to sleeves If one was convinced there soon to freeze She means to you... What the breeze mean to leaves....what the fall means to trees if it was that time when the branches clothing is freed She means to we... What a life means to conceive.. what a blessing means to receive if ones thought aimed toward the sky with intent on a gift to retrieve How could a man.... Raise his hand to something so precious... In attempt to sending a message which was inspired by senseless aggression How could we stand..... absent her gift of reproduction....yes "I" provide the seed but absent "her " soil life would mean nothing How would one see.. If their eyes wasn't equipped with vision... "He" without "her" is equivalent to a mind which lacks decision How could one speak.... If there was no knowledge of speech... the existence of man lives in her hand her creations beyond unique sometimes her value is misplaced stolen somewhere along her journey... Love disguises the thief it's usually someone she thought was worthy never allow your care for another to shield you from your purpose.... God doesn't make mistakes your the route to life it's "she" who the world should worship She means to me (c) 2012 viewtifulink
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Jul 30, 2014
Jul 30, 2014 at 7:08 PM UTC
She means to me
I find it amazing that you can Create an entire civilization with just one female.... A lot of you women really don't understand your true worth She means to me... What the lung means to breathe... what the arm means to sleeves If one was convinced there soon to freeze She means to you... What the breeze mean to leaves....what the fall means to trees if it was that time when the branches clothing is freed She means to we... What a life means to conceive.. what a blessing means to receive if ones thought aimed toward the sky with intent on a gift to retrieve How could a man.... Raise his hand to something so precious... In attempt to sending a message which was inspired by senseless aggression How could we stand..... absent her gift of reproduction....yes "I" provide the seed but absent "her " soil life would mean nothing How would one see.. If their eyes wasn't equipped with vision... "He" without "her" is equivalent to a mind which lacks decision How could one speak.... If there was no knowledge of speech... the existence of man lives in her hand her creations beyond unique sometimes her value is misplaced stolen somewhere along her journey... Love disguises the thief it's usually someone she thought was worthy never allow your care for another to shield you from your purpose.... God doesn't make mistakes your the route to life it's "she" who the world should worship She means to me (c) 2012 viewtifulink
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Jul 30, 2014
Jul 30, 2014 at 7:08 PM UTC
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