Every woman has her own grace,
Yet some spend their life to chase-
After what they don't possess,
Just to be among those who impress-
The eyes of those that wander,
Around looking for a prey with fonder,
In a shirt that's about to burst,
Befriending to quench their thirst,
They walk fingers tightened, and roam,
Behind the backs of their home,
Hiding everything from the sight,
But they couldn't, with the Might,
He listens and sees whatever you face,
Perfectly, even if there isn't any trace,
Still you talk to each other,
Hoping to live happily together,
But end up shaking your hands,
And parting each of your lands,
To be with another of love,
Love is beautiful, to just live.
Commitment is dutiful, to outlive.
©po_wi808
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