the color of woman is marble
love is her smell
sculpt her with marvel
live with her a spell?
for solid and cold
is her beat up shell
so much love is hiding
but rarely her firey hell
beaten down for centuries
her skin has gotten thick
to pry out drops of love
don't ever use a stick
Marble eh. Coz women show difrent colours perhaps. This was an artsy poem that makes us grin. The last line is rhyming thoughtful. Kudos poet. Nice to read u again.
What a beautiful homage to women, that I am sure no woman could resist. Beautifully written, So simple, So sweet.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Marble, the color of women, the title made me think, what? why? After reading further is made perfect sense to me. A woman does keep her love well protected, not wanting to have it bruised and battered by a man. Inside a delicate blossom, marble veneer keeping her safe from harm. Beautiful poem, love it. 10 +++++ Thank you for sharing. RoseAnn