Love is a woman

Look into her eyes,
She is calling out to you.
She smiles upon a million beings,
but graces but a few.
Her scent is sweet,
her hands warm to touch,
her embrace is surreal,
her eyes say so much.


I say love is a woman,
and a beautiful one at that,
everyone seems to want her,
and she definitely knows that.
They throng to meet her,
catch a glimpse of her her face,
they dream of her at night,
the thought of her presence makes a million hearts race,
She knows that you want her,
she shows you she doesn't care,
but maybe she is thinking about you,
wishing that you were there,
She will blow you off with all her might,
it's said that you can never get love without a fight,
She will come into your life and make it a royal mess,
but till you haven't tasted her, you haven't tasted success,
for she will make you feel like a winner,
make you feel whole,
make you feel that prior to that,
you were just there, existing without a soul,
She will vex you with her little things,
make the alarm bells in your head ring,
she will make things wrong but still make them feel right,
to you she will give it her all but at the same time fight,
to hold onto her will be a war,
one well worth the prize,
for her you will fall,
and due to her rise,
though she is a beautiful rose,
her thorns will prick,
even then you shall hold her close,
happily take the risk,
She is the one that everyone wants ,
but she is there with you,
hold on to her with all your might,
least she elude you,
If you take her for granted you will find that she's gone,
as they say "Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned",
you will think of her day and night when she is away,
wondering what went wrong, why you didn't ask her to stay.
I don't know if she will forgive you and to you ever return,
but I know you will look for her, on every corner every turn.
It's when you feel empty inside, you will know then,
Love is in fact a woman.

And if she does all this to you,
then you know that it's her
if anything is missing,
then in her guise is an impostor,
while for many she is an object of desire,
there are many others who desire her place.
Once she comes int your life, she will change your fate,
and her you will love and her you will hate,
she will confuse you,
still leave you helpless within,
and all of it will make sense when,
you realise that love is a woman.

Images - Musing by the seaside.

Standing alone by the sea,
catching a glimpse of what might have been,
feeling the wind call out to me,
Gently.

A trip down memory lane,
grabbing out to those thoughts, but in vain,
Innocence is what I feign,
Unsuccessfully.

All those days, where did they go?
While we ran fast, the time went slow,
receding into the evening glow,
Steadily.

Those flickery flames catch my eye,
ask me what's my alibi,
where was I when they lit up the sky,
Blindingly.

Grains of sand blow by my side,
as time seems to ebb not unlike the tide,
all those dreams still trapped inside,
Silently


Just when I think I can no longer cope,
the Orange sun reaches out to give me hope,
and with this hope my fears elope,
Stealthily.