Hidden among the many images of her inner child, she becons
Calling me to the peace of her presence

Her words soft, sweet, colorful as an Autumn morn, inviting enter
Her world, beautiful, she offers me refuge

She judges me not, asks no recompence, only true being
Friendship her gift of wonder

Her smile, the light of this world, warms me
I am drawn to it's offer of solace

To this enchanted rhelm, with beauty the likes unknown to me
She offers the magic of her smile as welcome

In soft voice speaks, her words calming my weary soul
I pray her, abide me this peace, this welcome of friendship

Though faults darken my past, she offers hope, understanding
Allows me stay to warm my soul

Wow...Ken....

You are awesome...




This poem is too pretty to be deleted...

thank you soooo very much...

You see that it is up for deletion
for some strange reason.

I think that happens to many of the threads,
until others start posting replies to them...

thank you for writing that...
Ken..You are so very kind

I am flattered, humbled and honored.....

mere words pale in the wonder of your light

Your gift of friendship to me is a very great treasure

That's Beautiful!












& No worries.. it's on all new threads. there is no votes.

There is definatly a beauty in these words.



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Beautiful as is the women