Woman

Somethings never waver,
somethings never tear,
somethings seem to seem a lot,
with a lot we barely care.
Philosophy my sadness; yet recreate the fun,
the only thing I have in life;
is you my rising sun.
Verbal vs small thought,
we both think so small a lot,
your foot flat on my naked chest,
your breasts, I hold; aloft.
Philosophy my sadness; lest recreate the fun,
the only thing in life is you,
you are my distant sun.
As you sleep I pull the cover,
that beauty, girls do have,
as when I'm awake you’re tranquil,
you’re my woman, I’m your man.
Philosophy my sadness; I yearn to be our fun,
for all the things you raise in me,
you are my setting sun.
Woman; my lord you are so soft,
I simply live to love you
but granted as you slip away,
my tears slop all from view.
Philosophy my sadness, you simply are the one,
the thing I have in life is you,
to touch you is the sun.