The woman I would be
If I were the woman
My lover sees

Would be a woman
Whose smile seduces the sun
And makes a slave of the moon;

A woman who would bend the tides
To her will
And unravel the cosmos
With her mind.

But I am not this woman
My lover sees.

I am just a woman
With hair greying
And wrinkles deepening
And patience fleeting
As the years shuffle past.

Yet my lover sees
This woman he sees

And I weep for this vision of me
That my lover keeps

Happy Valentine's Day.


How Bravely You Seek.

Through my window
You take a peek.

Into my room
You quietly sneak.

You stroke my hair
And kiss my cheek.

You tell me living
Is not for the meek.

It's not what you get;
It's how bravely you seek.