Therapy

A woman's a Grace, a Gift.

Her smiles a beacon,
Her fingers lead,
When I'm going insane,
She's the only
  Therapy I need.
It's in her arms.
It's in her heart.
When I'm lost as to where to begin,
She's the place I start.
It's in her arms.
It's in her heart,
And in her thighs,
But most of all,
There's therapeutic healing
In her eyes.

Reviews

[ELii]

Loving can be good therapy. I really enjoyed reading this. nice poem. thanks for sharing.

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Great therapy, beats the hell out of Psychiatry! I hope you take good care of her, people like her are not easily come by...she sounds very special and I wish more would see it your way!
Cheers,
Helen :-)

[mattavelli]

This is great!!
She's good medicine. :)
Take care.

[Patty Neff]

That's a very nice poem!

[Dressed in Poetry]

Oh wow. This is beautiful.