So sweet, So beautiful,
The world awaiting her embrace,
A move is all it took,
With all her women’s grace.
Reminds me of a caring figure,
A special person in my heart,
The imprints would still remain,
Though soon we shall part.’
Looking out of the window,
I wonder what she sees,
Is it the same as I belive,
What she makes out of a tree.
Like a baby she sees,
Without any fear or regret,
What makes her so special,
Is a safe hidden secret.
I do sense some sadness,
Some impressions left on her heart,
Who knows if she was too,
Scarred in a war.
Why am I writing this poem,
This surely ain’t a dedication,
For here goes nothing ‘cause she is special,
Just a deep inspiration.
Out of words I’m not,
There is a lot which can be said,
for such a sweet jane,
Is surely heaven made.