~~ Woman ~~

She must be honest, both in thought and deed,
Of generous impulse, and above all greed;
Not seeking praise, or place, or power, or pelf,
But life’s best blessings for her higher self,
Which means the best for all.

She must have faith,
To make good friends of “Trouble”, “Pain”, and “Death”,
And understand their message.
She should be
As redolent with tender sympathy
As a rose is with fragrance.

Cheerfulness should be her mantle,
Even though her dress
May be of “Sorrow’s” weaving.
On her face
A loyal nature leaves its Seal of grace,
And chastity is in her atmosphere.

Not that chill chastity which seems austere
Like untrod snow-peaks, lovely to behold
Till once attained – then barren, loveless, cold…
But the white flame that feeds upon the soul
And lights the pathway to a peaceful aspiration.

A sense of humor, and a touch of mirth,
To brighten up the shadowy spots of earth;
And pride that passes evil – choosing well.
All these unite in perfect womanhood.
A woman is a strong power of force.

She gathers strength from many a source
She has to cope with frowns and stares
And act as if she never cares.
The roles that life gave her to play
Demands of her both night and day.

A word of depth is what she needs,
Not just a man to buy the feeds.
She wants some way to be a friend,
But lust destroys this in the end.
For man with much a roving eye
Who has no insight, passes by

She can’t be meddling nor a mistress and absolutely not mannerless;
Plenty of goodness scant,
She dare not be reckless:
To praise her dexterity is needless;
As well borne as she is full of what destiny pleads.

She should be coy and never a hint of scorn.
Though angelic be your smiling,
Yet is your tongue behind a gagged throat,,
Silently bursting like a scorpion stinging
But you can trust, not a word of complain ere she dies.

Her key is meet for every lock,
Her key is common and the weakest spot;
Her key is ready, we need not knock, if she loves.
She won’t stand long wresting for whom she trust;
She’d hold her tongue even if slaughtered…

She is woman
A daughter, a sister, a wife, a mother, a lover, a secret keeper…
The youthful girl is gone
A woman is born with unfulfilling desires
A woman with fruitless needs
And not every man is enough to satisfy her…

Womanhood is human
So called "God's most precious creation"
Not a slave
Whipping life from nature, drop by drop
And grow comprehending the meaning of care

And instructing which feelings have to breathe out
As values of eternal and unfathomable love...