Oh, shrouded woman,
How beautiful you are.
Yards of cloth
Wrap you being
From head to toe
To finger tips,
No soft flesh exposed.
All is left to
The imagination,
Each curve,
Each line,
Each whisper
Unseen.
Oh, shrouded woman,
How beautiful you are.
Thine treasures
Preserved, kept hidden
From undeserving eyes,
From eyes that would
Perceive everything
And hold them tightly
In forbidden dreams.
The sway of your hips
Whispers promises.
The dip and rise
Of you bosom
And backside
Tempts the sinner
And the saint.
Shrouded you are
But one would never
Deny that you are
Woman.
Woman, you are
Beautiful because
Your beauty is not
Defined by exposed cleavage,
Thighs, stomach and
Dip of your back.
It is defined by
The smile on you face,
The tenderness in you eyes,
The strength of your
Character, and
The unwavering of your
Resolve.
Oh, shrouded woman,
How beautiful you are.
I have come to honour
You as you are.
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15 comments:
That second to last stanza says it all so beautifully. Really gorgeous. And I love the look of your blog :-)
woman- so beautifully defined...
So so beautiful..!!
Words are not enough to express how perfect this poem is :D
Lots of love,
Sanaa
Wonderful piece!
ZQ
Truly beautiful.. There is such beauty wen not all is shown. There is another kind of honesty and dignity.
mmm, beautiful. sometimes the hidden is more attractive as well.
Nice, to value a woman's beauty by her eyes and her smile. Enjoyed reading this.
What a beautiful poem....
'Your beauty is not
Defined by exposed cleavage,
Thighs, stomach and
Dip of your back.'
This is so powerful for all women...
I admire the homage to the beauty of the woman inside ~ I don't believe though in veiling and shrouding the woman, except when it is her choice ~
Grace
I love the way you have expressed the beauty of this woman!
A really fine poem here!
This is so lovely - "but no one would deny that you are woman". I love her womanliness expressed through her smile, her eyes. A wonderful poem!
Beautiful eyes...tell all one could possibly want to hear!
The eyes and the ayes have it. I am old enough to remember that flesh came later!
What an insightful and beautiful poem....beauty is in the person..not what they wear
Yes all women should be honored for the choice they make.
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