Not defined by what was done to you
Or what was done by you
The essence of a woman is much more than this
Made to captivate all around her
Standing out, never fitting in
She gives her grace to all she touches
With her hands, words and love
Healing hurts, life restored to all that feels
Fierce lioness if the one she loves is threaten
Be warned no one will survive this storm called Whohellrue
Lovely atmosphere given freely to those close enough
Blessed enough
Lucky enough to receive her heavenly aura
My friends let me tell you this
If you could find riches
You will not find any amount sufficient to replace her kiss
Beauty to behold, but not by sight alone
The soul of a woman is worth the highest cost and by that I mean war
Place her higher and higher
For she is merely a reflection of what is provided to her
But more than a mirror a multiplier and doer
So given to her goodness and grace alternative of pain and grief
Her heavens will open and she will lay her universe at your feet
The angel she was purposed to be
Will shine through with colors of love
Sent down from the creator above
This is what she was made for
And if you know this oh how happy you will be!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
In USA too such is the fate as expressed by you. It is really sorry state of affairs. The mood though melancholic is rejuvenating, ending on a positive note. I invite you to read 'Women and critically appraise.