A woman, to my measure?
It is not a contest of the Miss Universe, but it is beautiful to my soul and I see and accept my heart a queen. That she wants to share with me her life if we have everything we want or if we lack many things in life. That besides loving me, she is my friend; my faithful confidante, that you still miss me if I am next to her, to tell me that you love me because she feels it. A woman to my measure, is not one that floats on the desire of the vanity of life, but one that knows, on what soil, their feet tread. The woman of my life, is not any woman with a beautiful body, but one who walks with me at my own pace. By Derwell J Fallu