At times she is afraid to speak.

To talk about how it feels.

To be a woman everyday.

To be a soul that wants to play.

 

I see a woman there for me;

So beautiful, but insecure,

So little lovingly obscure,

She is alive and on her way

to find herself in this new day.

 

I feel her hunger, for someone,

who will reflect her back:

here that's who you are.

And in that hunger in her eyes,

you see commitment turning wild.

 

eyes that commit”

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