The Epitome Of A Woman..........Lately
I’ve been having
This sinking feeling
Buried in the pit of me
How can my flesh withstand
It’s eating me alive literally
Everyday I see God’s brilliance
He should have kept her
For his own auxiliary
She broke the laws of beauty
She’s the epitome
Her movement is like a symphony
Her sweet whispers features me
If she wanted it
My soul, my flesh, my heart
I would give her each of me
Spoken word from her
Is like hearing a preacher speak
A work of art
But could she picture me
Canvassed inside her imagery
