Love is a pool
Where, who so falls never rises.
Love is wine
Which, who so drinks never sees.
Clothe a woman, ornament her,
Bathe her in perfumes,
Inflate her wallet,
Offer her everything of yours,
And one little twist of temper,
Alas, she who has lain years on the bosom
Forgets in no time and throws you out,
Turning for the best in wait.
Yet the wounded dog relishes the licks.
07.01.2003
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Nice piece but not all women belong to your description of a woman. Try finding a woman with honor and dignity who loves a man because of love and not for the material things he can offer. Yes, my dear, in this world and time of materialistic people, there are women who do not belong to your description of a woman. GOOD LUCK, MAY YOU FIND THE WOMAN OF YOUR DREAM!