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There is a woman I would like to know that is a wonder to me.
I close my eyes and I can see her in the fresh light of dawn standing
  at the edged of a mist veiled lake.
As the light of the rising sun radiates through gold edged clouds
  announcing the marvels of the new day, so to in the soft light of the dawn her       beauty radiates through the mist announcing the marvels of the woman before me.

There is a woman I would like to know that is a wonder to me.
I close my eyes and she is before me walking through a cool fragrant
  pine forest at the edge of a pristine alpine lake.
In the light of day I see all those things that make her such a  wonder.
Her presence brings a new life and warmth to the forest as she passes
  as the metamorphases of a chrysalis brings new life in the form of a
  delicate butterfly.
I see the beauty of her hair framing her face as a gilt edged frame
  enhances the beauty of a work of art.
There is at once an excitement, intensity and understanding in the
  sparkling of her magnificent eyes and a warmth and sweetness
  in her easy smile.
I watch the grace of her movements and see the gentleness of her touch,
  the natural grace and gentleness that is the essence of her femininity.
Yet through all this beauty I can sense the intelligence and kindness,
  charm and sensitivity that completes the illusion painted in the visions floating            through my mind.

There is a woman I would like to know that is a wonder to me.
I close my eyes and I can see her standing at the edge of a moonlit lake.
In the soft light of the moon her beauty radiates through the night like the silver glow   of the moonlight radiating from the clouds drifting through the nighttime sky.
But like the clouds, that after a few moments of glory, melt into the dark of night
  so to the vision of her loveliness melts into the dark recesses of my mind
  and I am left with only an elusive memory.

1991  James B.Amodeo
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