Not A Woman More Llike You

Not a man standing tall

High and mighty; strong and brave

Could succeed in the challenges

You easily accomplish every day.

Not a statue standing firm—

Though unbreakable it may seem—

Could keep away the obstacles

You’ve overcome to reach your dream.

Not a painting at its finest

Costing more than one can afford

Could portray the warmth and kindness

Your heart incessantly has poured.

Not a candle at its brightest,

Accenting obtuse angles by its light,

Could reveal the beauty you imprison

When you smile radiantly with delight.

Not the moon or sun at its closest

To the earth while it floats in the skies

Could outshine the tiny twinkle

You expose in your heavenly eyes.

Not a mountain elevated in the distance

Secretly concealing dreamlike lands

Could veil the wonders that you

Charitably bestow among lacking hands.

Not a woman in this world

Breathing, living, dead or alive,

Could have blessed me more immensely

With the love you constantly provide.

Not a poem existing could prove

What is impossible to accurately say -

That my inescapable love and gratitude

Grows stronger for you every day.