My Woman, Poem by maxpoet beauty

My woman,
My woman is so pure,
I justify that kiss that gave I egoism,
My vicissitudes with will-power,
Illiteracy not great like poems,
Not silly poems,

I embrace this girl with thoughts composure,
Absolute Unfeigned,
Numerous pleasures from that achievement,
Never Ignorant of failing anyway,

My woman brought me to greater heights,
Like the Solomon,
The thoughts that we shared,
No man would enter that shelter,
The name was Spiritual that only I and I knew,
From way back,
Why does man hate to see the other making it?
Which behaviours make us Superior with Excellence,
Only LOVE and HARDWORK,
There is so ordinary in my blunts,
That I see man is not to pretend,
But see where Ignorance captured in all reputations on this dwelling.