The beauty of a woman

The beauty of a woman
isn't in the clothes she wears,
The figure that she carries,
or the way she combs her hair.

The beauty of a woman
must be seen from in her eyes;
Because that's the doorway to her heart,
the place where love resides.

The beauty of a woman
isn't in a facial mole;
But true beauty in a woman,
is reflected by her soul.

It's the caring that she cares to give,
the passion that she shows;
And the beauty of a woman
with passing years only grows.

No Need To Talk

"There's No Need To Talk..."
Lying both here... so happy, so near...
Quietly watching the sea, so unclear...
Lost in this embrace...so full of grace...

All I can hear now is my heart's crazy pace...
And we let ourselves go in this hearts' race...

In a perfect silence...not a move,not a sound,
Not a glance, not a sigh,and not even a word...
Just feeling your heartbeat and your grace,
As my poor heart is now so quickly racing...

Some words I hear... but not all quite clear...
But I feel every single word, in my heart, here!...

And lost in your eyes...I start again dreaming...
Of all this happiness and loving...oh!, this loving...
And I hear your call...but I can't answer you back...
Because, somehow now, my words seem all stuck!...
But with my eyes and mind, your soul I'm caressing...

Lips barely touching... and cheeks barely feeling...
Our very hearts seem now to be slowly caressing...

And as my heart runs now , with a faster pace,
Racing with yours...and feeling all your grace...
Again,I try to speak...but my heart is too weak...
And without any words...I speak with my heart!...
And such delightful words you can hear tonight!...

The sea seems to be talking, just like our thoughts...
And the waves still rolling,charm us with their depths....

There's no need to talk,my dear...for what we feel is real...
There's no need to talk, my dear...not a haste, not a fear...

I will not die an unlived life.

I will not die an unlived life.
I will not live in fear
of falling or catching fire.
I choose to inhabit my days,
to allow my living to open me,
to make me less afraid,
more accessible;
to loosen my heart
until it becomes a wing, 
a torch, a promise.
I choose to risk my significance,
to live so that which came to me as seed
goes to the next as blossom,
and that which came to me as blossom,
goes on as fruit.