Love Of A Woman

I was wondering about life a lot,
Of things which matter, ready or not,
Like the love of a woman, for good or no,
Something I haven't known since long ago,
Of a woman's beautiful eyes, glimmering and such,
Of her sweet lips and delightful touch,
And in my heart I know if be true
That no amount of care is too few,
Except for the ones we do not experience,
The pain, oft confused for "innocense."

I fail to mention one other thing
Which drives a man like me insane,
And that's of her sweetness, sweetness divine,
Always seemingly speaking the right line,
And capturing this ol' heart, to my delight,
So we put on our formals, and dance beneath the moonlight,
And as this evening will fade,
So our love will undoubtably be made.