He loves the way the flowers bloom in the day.
He adores the way she sways with her grace.
She’s his ribbon in the sky, something almost like a lil’ hope.
He appreciates her so, and he always says, ‘that’s my golden globe.’
It never hurt anybody to appreciate this name called Woman.
He didn’t care that the stones were casted his way.
He just sat outside and watched her in his daze.
His ribbon in the sky, oh how he was amazed.
Woman always saw him from across the street.
She would roll her eyes and keep it moving with much discreet.
She hated his wandering eyes and hungered thoughts.
She knew that whatever he offered, she wouldn’t be bought.
Woman didn’t need anyone, because she was strong.
She wasn’t afraid to be the one to stand on her own.
She was indeed something a man should want.
But she knew that most didn’t deserve her flaunt.
So Woman remained his ribbon in the sky.
She never met with him, out of sight, out of mind.
She continued to stand tall and go on with life.
While Man just hoped one day she wouldn’t just be his ribbon in the sky.
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