Real Woman, let's talk... she comes with it
Peach to the core, whole and un-pitted
Packed full of passion and intelligent talk
Knows who she is and you can tell by her walk
Never settles for less because of who she can be
A puzzle to the world but such a glory to see
Burning with a fire that puts this place in a blaze
She stimulates my mind and leaves my heart in a daze
I had to get up close so I could charge her with theft
She took away my speech and robbed my lungs of their breath
It would take a poet and a scholar to explain how I feel
I thank the God up in Heaven that the woman is real
She's an heiress to a throne only a king could proclaim
Real woman, God's woman, you best remember the name
Her strength is a beauty of unimagined appeal
Oh, bless Sweet Earth that the woman is real!
C. Gregory
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