Heavy and light
Are our thoughts
Day and night
If I could weigh
And equate to
Gold bullion
Guard all the ones
That are one
In a million
Though precious
The arms that
Once little now grow
Will one day
Set sail on
Horizons unknown
So if in the cold
Dark dead of the night
A single rare thought
Keeps me warm, light
Alive
My companion in all
Of the difficult times
It knows me so
Intimately
No doubt is mine
This one sits high
On a lofty white throne
I sit alongside
Never troubled alone
So laden with dreams
Of fantastical places
Magical touch
Silence fills spaces
To carry such treasure
Might surely be tired
Instead the effect is
Remarkably light
So clearly when sitting
Right here next to me
This one a fine woman
So now
Let it be

Never an original
Thought comes to mind
For centuries since 
The beginning of time
So common it is
Now a stereotype 
A woman on spying
A love new and true
Is believed so little
Because of her youth
Particularly when
The one whom affected
Is wiser so knows
Fleeting feelings persuade
A woman resists taking
Younger as lovers
Yet men seem to know
What a good thing this is
If only said woman
Could see her own beauty
Not wonder how any
Adores as she is
Women love women
For all of their lines
Boundaries upheld
Battles survived
Soft touch renders
Familial places
Kind eyes and tender
Lips speak of her graces