A Woman

Well rend and tear, gnash and wail for this man
Dares to look towards you.
Not by stealth do I come, but with a presence,
Without arrogance or pride, and a Compelling
sense of purpose.

I have taken the hurt but bear my sadness with
Grace and humour, for they speak and tell of
Many things to those who have eyes to see.
Banishing the past from devouring the future,
My hope returned

Now gently beats this heart of mine, for now I am
Tranquil. For in truth I had lost my way, Indeed
Beyond reach of all and everything. Yet despite
This, redeemed by a woman.

I think this is charming.

Lovely