A Lady

I am blessed

He treats me like a lady
With voice soft and low
The sparkle in his eyes
Dances bright and slow

He treats me like a lady
Hands gentle yet tough
The timber of his voice
Adds the perfect touch

He treats me like a lady
Catches my every fall
Hearing ears hear every word
When to him I call

He treats me like a lady
Each and every day
His kind and gentle words
Building back broken trust

He treats me like a lady
I'll never know why
. . .
but

His ever caring presence
Draws me near
Weakening my knees
Binding my heart

Reviews

[Wondering Mind]

Lovely, very lovely.

[Fabian G. Franklin]

Sweet and lovely, your words express a tender simplicity in awe inspiring beauty. 100% from me...loved this.

[emmajoy]

He must be very special .. and so must you ..

'He treats me like a lady ~ Hands gentle yet tough ~ The timber of his voice ~ Adds the perfect touch'

A poem that says as much about you as it does about him, loving, caring - honest.

[Vitcky Walker]

that is call nice and honest....
seem like affection...
i have to admit it...very nice Norma....

[Marie Harrison]

Oh, this is sweet. I like it. This poem exposes the writer's vulernabilities, which brings strength and honesty to the poem.

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. wow ... beautiful ... but then you are a rather gifted lady ...