The Woman's Love

A woman’s love is morning light,
soft and warm and shining bright.
It finds a man when days feel long,
and gently turns his sigh to song.

Where once he walked with hurried pace,
the world a dull and restless place,
her smile appears, and suddenly
the air is filled with melody.

A touch, a laugh, a quiet glance,
and heavy thoughts begin to dance.
The storms inside his restless chest
grow calm, like waves that come to rest.

She does not need a crown or throne,
her magic works in ways unknown.
A simple word, a caring look,
can change the ending of his book.

Her love is sunlight after rain,
it washes dust from heart and brain.
It lifts him up, it makes him see
the man he hoped one day to be.

And when she laughs beside his side,
his worries shrink, his hopes grow wide.
For in her love, so warm and true,
the world feels bright, and life feels new.

And so I stand and gently say,
I hope that fate has found its way,
that woman's love, so warm and true,
is here with me, and comes from you.