Pretty Lady.
She works with pace, killing time, as if her life depended on it. I watch patiently on the couch, with the pillows surrounding me. Everyone is absorb in their work, but I can't just sit there and ignore the beauty that works in front of me. She is one of God's best creations. Better then chocolate, or the accomplishment of control. She is an Angel.
I take pleasure in missed conceptions
But am furious with biased opinions.
I work with my hands
Easier to mold, then to amend.
Harder to accept,
So why not just pretend.
No one is pure,
not even God's holy water.
I feel pity for one's that hold back.
Embrace the consumption
that you can do anything.
Encouragement is certaintly a cure
When all feels too far.
I take pleasure in missed conceptions
But am furious with biased opinions.
I work with my hands
Easier to mold, then to amend.
Harder to accept,
So why not just pretend.
No one is pure,
not even God's holy water.
I feel pity for one's that hold back.
Embrace the consumption
that you can do anything.
Encouragement is certaintly a cure
When all feels too far.