A virtuous woman,
The longing of every man;
How comely her ways are
Her pulse resonates the lustre of stars.
In agility she binds her hips
Ready to conquer the day's trips,
Though she's strained from the panting leaves
A refreshment it is to taste her lips.
The robe of distrust she wears not
She hewns her loyalty on her man's coat,
Eager to heed to her man's bidding
Ready to follow & never do the leading.
On her string of love I yearn to play
Modesty she possesses in every inch of her ways.
What a streamy peace is her eyes to see
A beauty divine, loving endlessly...
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A woman who leads is respectful love is also viruous! Loved the thoughtful poem! Good women make the world go round