what my woman is to me

the scent of first rain
looks that drive u insane

the first note of the fifth symphony
as mellifluous as sweet-smelling honey

the last bus home
immaculte white as soapy-foam

the violet in the rainbow
as pure as freshly fallen snow
Smooth as a river's flow.........

the first ray of morning light
the one which makes my entire day bright

the gene pool of adventure
the dire straits to venture

the first seasonal downpour
the endless zones to explore

the aroma of morning earth
the intensity of fiery hearth