The Woman Poem by segun Johnson Ozique

The woman makes me merry;
A star, even though when one of many:
So finely moulded I see her, every limb exciting my senses;
For as is the mould of the nymph, though unripped,
So is the form of the adolescent girl, maturing;
And so it will be when matured, a woman till she grows old:
To such wisdom, the girl child, the nymph, is a mother;
Mom, every man should address and salaam to her;
For the cord that bounds every man from birth to manhood;
Is passed on, from the universal belle button stamp, she carries.