It’s smooth as silk
It’s hard as a Stone
Its solid as an Oak
ITs eyes wide open, even in the storm..
Its knowing all, but being Insecure
Its Knowing nothing, is ever as it appears.
And when the night comes around and your heart begins to slow
Its listening as the rain falls and the thoughts quieten,
and you begin to realise
there is no one else that I could be, A woman for Me
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