With honey bronze skin
Kissed by the sun
Curly black hair
for my fingers to run
Lips like a strawberry
Tender and sweet
Her eyes like the ocean
Dangerous, dark, deep
Her voice is a lullaby
Gentle and warm
her touch is my refuge
Calming the storm
Of the chaos and madness
That enters my day
The gloom and despair
When she travels away
And no one can compare
To her beauty and grace
No other deserving
to stand in her place
She is without a question
The standard of fine
Epitomizes beauty
She captures my mind
The cause of my passion
The reason for love
A flower, a sunrise,
Butterfly or a dove
And everything glorious
Special and fair
I need her like water
Nutrition and air
Devine is her structure
Created by God
To be tempting and pleasing
Delicious and mod
To be comforting, healing
And challenging man
To be sensitive, delicate
And to Understand
That this woman is magical
Grand as the day
Delicate, fragile
But strong in her way
She's a mother, a sister
A lover, a friend
A teacher, a partner
Loyal to the end
She is not to be toyed
Disrespected or hated
But rather she should be
Always celebrated
Uplifted, supported
Nurtured and loved
Her essence, her touch
Is a gift from above
She is mercy and magic
Gentle and fair
She knows and completes me
She’s perfect and rare
Her name is like music
A song to a beast
My purpose, my gravity
My heaven, my east
About the Creator
Monsoor Ali
I am an artist, writer, teacher, producer, activist, and student of life...Based in Washington DC.
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