There is no more fragrant scent
than that of a woman,
to take away my last breath.
Leading to the elegance of a rose
swaying in the breeze,
taste upon a romantic sojourn.
Yet their minds are where they live,
such dreams and aspirations
upon their gentle, mindful touch.
For they are the creators of our lives
to be treasured as gold,
worshiped for beauty's strength.
For without their tenderness of love
where would the world be,
burned down by the overbearing .
Timothy Michael DiVito c2020
