A Woman

I have a woman.
She helps me smile; she helps me frown.

She remains my queen, my equal.
In life and in my dreams of non-fiction reality.

May she bear my child now, for she is my style, my type.
Not as artificial but as natural light is her smile just as bright.

Always cool and relaxed as if she was chilled on ice.

Still calm and just as nice as she could be.
True to me, she looks, walks and talks beautifully.

I know I love her, my woman.
No one above her.

For you, Miss Natasha.
Poem / Hope / Life