Woman, What a Gift
Woman, Gods only pure creation
Where would we in this world
If we didn't take careful preperation
Wemon, life's life starter
So painful and breathless
But overwhelmed with love, a worthy barter
Wemon. mankinds birthstone
So shiny and bright
So breathtaking, I just can't condone
Wemon, the true deserving of respect
For all the things they go through
That is something I just can't reject
Wemon, I just can't explain
All I know is I love them and want them
How could I ever complain
Wemon, no matter what shape or size
So loving and nurturing
Always my hearts number one prize
Wemon treat them right
Shouldn't be taken for granted
So I hug them tight
Wemon, so beautiful
I just can't tell you
How much of a man it takes to be suitable
Wemon, hearts are so hard to tie
But if they were ever gone
I think I would just lay down and die
Wemon, you are the rose on my grave
My breath giver
Your love is what I crave
Wemon, I love all of you
What drives my passion
I have not a clue
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