Her Gentle Curves

A woman is love, given human form

So who’s to say what is the norm?

Whom should tell me what delights my soul

Shall I defer to another, my heart’s control

 

Her gentle curves, like the wings of a dove

Sends my soul to the skies

And the heavens above

 

Love is a treasure, more precious than gold

It makes life worth living, for the young and the old

Does love say what is beauty, based merely on sight

Or does it seek to delve deeper, to see beauty’s true light

 

Her gentle curves, like the wings of a dove

Sends my soul to the skies

And the heavens above

 

Delight to the eyes is a subject abstract

There are no set rules, no basis in fact

To see attractiveness solely based on our eyes

Is a cardinal sin, a terrible lie

 

Her gentle curves, like the wings of a dove

Sends my soul to the skies

And the heavens above

 

A woman’s true splendor comes from within

Her body a vessel for the love she can send

To whom that can see her for the angel she is

And accept her magnificence, in her splendid bliss

 

Her gentle curves, like the wings of a dove

Send my soul to the skies

And the heavens above

 

A woman’s beauty is not found in her size

Look into her heart, through the lens of her eyes

See the loveliness there, the tender virtue

And you’ll know that her heart is what matters to you

 

Her gentle curves, like the wings of a dove

Sends my soul to the skies

And the heavens above

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