Love of a Woman

Colour is for,
An artist to paint,
A seamstress to sew,
Photographer to capture.

Love should see no colour,
Of the skin,
Within another’s eyes,
Or choice of hair.

Insecurities define you,
But should never diminish your worth,
A flawed diamond afterall,
Is still a precious stone.

A measure of a woman to me,
Is not in the size of her body,
But in the size of her heart,
And how she chooses to shares it.

Copyright: authorchrisbrown

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