Turning The Page

The smell of fruit
Laces with air
And a women in suit
Beautiful, No compare

Her hair braided like bread
Flows along her back
And her lips of soft pink red
Strength, she does not lack

The smile full of life
Spreads upon her face
To become a wife
She walks in steady pace

Shes young and bold
Fearless and strong
The fun wont get old
You cant go wrong

She'll become wiser
With time and age
Not early riser
To turn the life page

She is gentle and sweet
Barely has ranted
Her kindness is a treat
Dont take it for granted

She is brave and is loyal
Harshly has been burned
Her fist she'll coil
Trust Must Be Earned

She is strong
And is weak
It makes no difference
So her journey, she'll seek.