A beautiful woman

You ask me,
“What you want?”
And I always say, “You”
Your answer
“Forever.”

You look my eyes,
and don’t find joy.
Missing pragmatism,
a sweet search killing me.

You hold my hand,
‘t has your strength.
Your passion in face of
this meaningless drench.

Life goes on,
Oh! I know a way out.
You nod assent.
Your face so bright,so pure, so love.

The most beautiful woman…ever.
Mother.

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