THE LOOK
I see the image of the woman I want to be,
Beautiful, eccentric, radiant and real,
She is my teacher.
A very good one I must say.
She possesses an aroma of confidents,
A sense of security,
Essence of beauty,
And a true reflection of whom a woman really should be.
Each step she takes tell a story,
Left – I know who I am,
Right – I know where I am going,
Second Left – I am secure,
Second right _ I am comfortable with myself,
And of course I could go on.
I remember the day I saw the look,
She was walking in front of me,
Oblivious that I was watching her, she graces me with the look.
It was the complete package,
The style, the poise, the walk and the attitude
Effortlessly she moves, graceful and sweet.
I made a decision that day,
To keep that look carefully perked in my database,
Never to be erased.
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