A sweet perfume that has a dreamy intoxication,
but with an edge of wakeful anticipation.
A shapely goddess of porcelain skin,
but not so thin to show each bone that lies within.
A sparkle in the eye with blues so deep that I may drown,
but not so wide awake that they cannot dream of me.
A warm enchanting embrace that’s so sweet and safe,
but not so soft that the heart has no need to race.
A woman that with life has learnt to wait and yearn,
but not a face that has with time lost grace.
A heart so big that in its deepness I feel I’m lost in space,
but not so vast I cannot fathom all its depth.
Is such a woman ever to be found.
Is my wisdom wise enough to know,
who she is, and where we should together go?
Perhaps I gaze upon her each and every day,
but my gaze has lost its open freshness,
with a dreamy intoxication of dissatisfaction?
David Taylor
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/can-such-a-woman-be-found/
