No women know's til she has suffered from the night,
How sweet and clear its to her heart and the eyes that the morning see
-No man knows the pain and exhiliration til he has suffered from the hours of labor, once those olive eyes open for the first time
-No one knows the endurance of their life unless they have that sacred touch,
-No MAN can wipe my eyes to dark that clouds blur my vision
For I never look back,
never close my eyes,
For I wear wings on my back and love more than its meaning
For YOU cant see wit my clear vision
&& cant feel this feeling that takes over.
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