I used to envy her. <br />When she walk, the butterflies <br />and all the eyes go with her. <br />Her lips have danced <br />the sway of her hips. <br />Her face marks a man's mind <br />as he sleeps. <br />And when she talk, the angels - <br />they get dumb and all the ears <br />wait for her. <br />When she dance, the music - <br />it gets heav'nly and all the men <br />wait for her. <br />But as once Isaiah saw, <br />now I see. <br />The woman I used to envy <br />is burning instead of beauty. <br /> <br /> <br />2 February 2011 <br />Batac<br /><br />Jessel Jane Tevar<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/2-nephi-13-24/
