My Woman, my own little treasure.
So wonderful yet threatened
How could a goddess be so rejected
with her nature so beautiful and untwisted
too bad, she lives in an ignorant world.
A self-made woman
that holds the whole universe within her.
Her heart is so gold and pure
Sometimes I doubt if she is really made of dust.
because her breath brings magic and all the wonders to one's heart.
She is so caring and loving,
A goddess that brings peace to a home,
the one that makes home a living place
and the one that brings all the joy.
She is my women, my innocent soul!
Poet: Foibe Paavo
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