Woman

Woman; what a creature…

Beautiful in every way God made her; 
Caucasian, African, Asian, Indian all colors. 

Strait and long, curly, short hair, black, red, blond even no hair

Her striking colorful eyes that draw you closer as they mesmerize you,

Her lips just as moist and soft as water;

Tall, Short, Petite, Thick 

With the silky skin with no wrinkle, blemish, bump or scar;

These are not the things that define her beauty; but inside there inlies the beauty with no makeup to cover the truth.

Graceful as she dances on the hills of joy singing a song that grabs the very soul.
That Woman who's lips speak not what you want to hear but words of truth uplift you on your daily walk to make you one who God has called you to be

Oh what a Woman.

Mistreated some are as others are unloved, unheard and unseen.

Woman;

Some have the title of wife, the wind keeping her husband from crashing down into despair,

One who eases the pain and anger by just a word and a touch of love.

Woman;

Some are not found while others have been transformed into something else
This woman; 

This woman was mistreated, unloved, beaten down  

Woman are gentle and angelically defined and must be handled delicately as a flower and preserved as a jewel

For her inner beauty shall radiate from the inside out

But where can such a creature be found to complete and become one with?
One who's Beauty is seen from within 
One who's lips speak only truth
Who's eyes can help guide in a storm
One who is strong but gentle 
One... Who God intended to be.  

Woman.