A poets' heart who is so big
As to not allow his past
To warp the wonder of beauty,
Of nature and lovely things
He sees in the present.
A heart though wounded in life
Remains ever open to express
The respect and love
He has for life and love.
A womans' beauty and to articulate it,
A womans' uniqueness,
And his responses
To the fairer of the two sexes.
His pen seldom stops flowing unceasingly,
With thoughts of love
To make the most lifeless of his readers
Come to life again!
I can attest to feeling this way.
An atmosphere where compliments are rare,
And gifts one posesses are ignored,
The mundane takes over
And life seems quite pointless.
Restored, awakened and renewed
With such tender words,
This is so welcome to discouraged hearts
Women who read his words!
As your loving heart of respect
And love for women carries on,
It is not only your legacy to us
But to we who read it,
It is our gift!
