Woman

By Albert Fonner

Whose eyes are these that hold my thoughts?
Dark and warm, their sultry gaze
Sifts through the contents of my soul and, like fire,
Burns deeply into my conscious haze.

Whose smile is this that melts my heart?
It warms the essence of my day,
Restoring purpose to my being and, like flame,
Lights the path as I go my way.

Whose voice is this that soothes my ear?
The sweetest sound, it ever rings.
Strings and harp pale in beauty, and, by God ordained,
Angels fall silent when she sings.

What woman is this whose hand I hold?
With gentleness, she treats my soul.
She cares for wounds I cannot hide and, with practiced hands,
Heals my being to make me whole.