I want no conjecture <br />I want no surmise <br />I know that life <br />is not a straight line. <br />I know the life <br />is not a clean sheet. <br />I know that the life, <br />that every human life, <br />has its lights, darkness, <br />meanderings... <br />I know that somewhere, <br />far where you are, <br />maybe think about you <br />a woman, who love you... <br /> <br />Therefore I dare not <br />to think about if <br />you want me, <br />if you thought that <br />sometimes noticed you <br />one wandering woman... <br />Wandering? Yes! <br />Wandering woman I am. <br />Wandering over the Earth <br />looking after the people, <br />surveying their characters. <br />Thee noticed I, <br />And at once I said: <br />He Man! <br /> <br />Already want not my eyes <br />to look at farthest far. <br />Downcast they are and sad, <br />always bemused. <br />They wait, <br />for what they have do? <br />Once maybe will pass around <br />the eyes <br />and they'll sincerely say: <br />Looks! That is the Woman! <br />That is woman like a bloom, <br />and will say it <br />you Man... <br /> <br />(c) shipka<br /><br />Maria Shipka<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/wandering-22/
