Life is Tinged...
with sadness in a woman's afternoon of gladness she is sadness at the passing of the time as it flees away from us to never come this way as staying thus. She loves the man at least she does and to make the love to last and hope she loves the color of the tinge of purple shadowed hues a woman's attitude is one of grand repose as stiffly she sits up straight and shares him her imposing love she waits and holds her love as something to be felt much different than the man he holds his love inside his self and shares his want they wait past wait and then the life comes tinged with altitude of reaching past the promises and vows to find it already given and completely used for selfishness in man has fled and love has come a heart of woman given of her love to make it wrong to only vow to make it right to finally love.
