I cry for the woman
Who have chosen a life
Where everything in it
Comes with a price
Dazzling gems
Glimmering gold
Will not produce
A warm beautiful soul
High heeled boots and
Designer shoes
will not reveal
The strong woman in you
Good sex, fast cars
And exotic places
Will not help you fill those
Empty spaces
Those fine wines, hard liquors
and promiscuous nights
Do not help to
Raise your kids right
Love, dignity
tolerance, compassion
Will make you a woman
In orderly fashion
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A real man will go for the real woman everytime! Excellent write. Regards Craig