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Submitted:Feb 18, 2013    Reads: 11    Comments: 3    Likes: 1   


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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