Cowboys Ways

You’re a certain kind of woman..

But I’m a different kind of man..

For a simple aching empty soul..

fate’s twisting render had began..

Discerning eyes that scan the pieces..

Where only you could see the whole..

Truth that knocked down my defenses..

Spawning sweet surrender that you stole..

A willing victim given the circumstance..

To natural beauty that you alone exude..

Twisted my thoughts and common senses..

So that nobody can but help to conclude..

That all the scattered pieces of my heart..

I  proffered freely a gift surrendered to you..

No I’m not relieved of all my common senses ..

Simply just that I’m a man no longer run askew..

by Billy Graham

Words In Motion 2014