Category : Poems

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Oh, my God ... 
The kind of girl you don't meet in bars,
 But in the library,
 Writing her own chapters about love. 

 Oh, I'm crazy about that kind of woman 
Who listens to others,
 No matter how tired she feels. 

 The way she looks at the world,
 Without judging anyone, self-confidence, 
Does not need confirmation from strangers
 To be what she wants to be.  

That woman who faces any problem, 
And accepts you in her small world, 
Showing off her vulnerabilities, 
Making you grow.

  That woman you recognize 
By the way she walks,
 By the way she talks, 
By the way she looks at you with love.