The Woman Poem by Thomas Martinez

In all greatest creation
The woman comes to the top
Like our life's best prize
Every man must fight a lot
The softness of her hand
Made much cost to get
Why God creat her alike
Putting me out of gate?

She has a amorous heart
Keeping her beauty beside
In a very natural manner
Make my heart like a child
She is the white wizard
Who throws her hidden spell
Like an enchanted servant
Make me out of myself

I am thankfull to you
To create the first lust
As i've none to blame
To find this mortal taste.