She is the roar of the pounding sea, <br />she is the wind as it rustles the trees. <br />She is the glow of the moon as it creeps over the hill, <br />she is the silence, when all is dark, and still. <br />She is the warmth of a drink of red wine, <br />she is the scent of the flowers, on a clinging vine. <br />She is the lightning as it streaks across the sky, <br />she is the call of an eagle as it circles on high. <br />She is the rays of the morning sun, <br />she is women, <br />she is the one. <br /> <br />~ Tango ~<br /><br />Tango Tango<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/she-174/
