Woman of Mystery

~~~Where art thou my love, my wonder, my fantasy? Are Ye yet just another dream?~~~ Where is she; that Woman whose powers captured me in still motion? Whose beauty and grace, whose charm and poise carried me away to a distant place on the eloquent melodies of her calm tones? She_ who fancies our distinct differences and smiles with glee at my gestures of manhood... my nature.... my diadem peacocked_ Proudly with esteem chivalry I will offer her my seat! I will hold her door open, and help carry her bags; for the stars in her eyes, and her delightful smile is my reward straight from the depth of my dreams. I am appreciated in her presence, and my care of her is welcomed and adored. Never does she give to another what is rightfully mine. My attention is for her and ours alone. I am eternally fixed unto her attraction as a completion of one being. I will guard and protect her with my very life! Yea she looks to me for her defense, and for every approval of a word said or action done. For she does not take kindly to my dissatisfaction. As I am at my best when she is at her best. And in the end.... we are both pleased. I can freely carry out the duties of my debts as there are no earthly reasons to cause me grief or wonder. Thereby, confident are we in our love and devotion unto each other. No man nor woman alive can break our bond asunder. Wherefore, there is no threat of me ever having to go astray. It is only in the power of the Great Divide that can take our love away. {for the Men who want Women for all their worth... there are Women who want Men for all your worth}