Heart of a woman
Soul of a child,
Her shyness worn like a silken veil.
Innocent yet self-aware
She tosses playful glances over her shoulder,
By sunset's whisper
In her eyes.
Tempering curiosity with restraint
She cannot mask her inner Self,
So deliciously sweet
I can taste her in my mind.
Another from the past. I can't remember when, but I wrote this to capture the mystery I find in Woman.
Intellectual property copyright Barry O'Shea. All rights reserved.
Painting titled 'Reflecting' by Steve Hanks. All rights reserved.