The Woman

A child-like face, still pure and innocent.
Hair thrown up in a ponytail, for play.
Movements still young and pre-mature.
Words spoken softly, and yet at times, so bluntly.
When she speaks, there is always someone there,
Hanging on every word that comes from that mouth.
That youthful mouth.
Her teeth filled with character and quirkiness.
They just add to her young look, along with her stature.
Her body, small and petite.
The body that has been the holder of many men’s eyes.
She has a strong body, always fighting.
And a strong spirit, along with the strongest of all minds.
This is one I aspire to be like.
Knowing I can never reach it, but not wanting to.
Just so it can remain hers.
Like the hearts of many.