To Love A Woman Like You (Poem At The End Of The Book) - Poem by russell powers
to love a woman like you (Poem at the end of the book)
The fruits of my labor are more ambitious than the pursuit of coveting a shrew…
nay my intents are to embody the equality of nature that is kept out of reach of the common boy
and dangled over the heads of the unfortunate man that has been proven not to be worthy of you….
O to woe that which infatuates my most internal desire …
to hold in my hand an elusive object of true beauty that is only known to me; yet seen for all to see…
to be allured because its radiance is that of pure ecstasy, for the eyes summit to thee..
and yet in times of scorn, the roses thorns can sting with the venom of snakes that can only be from hell..
if not brood from the caldron of the devil himself…
no my labors are not for the pursuit of converting a shrew…
but a goddess of Olympian demeanor and pose …
alas I say, I have done it!
I have found my holy grail and she is beautiful!
But the glory of my endeavors is nothing without noting the obstacles that I have foaled, hampered, and bested to caudal the breast of Nike primus carter.
Thus I write to tell the tale of a lonely male of boyish understandings of goddesses and shrew…
to teen of trouble toil and fool…
to man of men of crowns royale and true…
to learn the lies of love, shapes the way I see myself through you ….
O how did I ever learn to love a woman such as you?
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