Flesh of My Flesh

I see an eden in her eyes, greater than any man could dream. She is God's most valuable prize, at the end of this immortal stream. From man's rib she once came, a precious part of his creation. Know that God speaks of her name, in the dawn of man's salvation. Her gift of life is not forgotten, in the image of pure divinity. Delicate skin as soft as cotton, that births mankind into infinity. She does not show her pain, for the very sake of discontent. Her tears fall within the rain, turning all things into cement. That sweet aroma as she nears, remind all men of a higher power. For a woman takes away our fears, and is life's most beautiful flower.