this women I love
Glasses not hide her beauty, she radiates women.
clothes matter not on her frame, gorgous is gorgous.
sometimes she needs a push, when doubt her only freind.
to be reassured that she matters.
even in great hardship, and life strains.
this women, this angel.
want to ride on her wings.
for eternity, for each other, for hope
This women I love
poem by Vincent Armone
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