You cannot understand the mind of a young woman
Its like a religion
Facts and myths are told
Always beyond comprehension
You will figure out the facts
Small, little facts
Through the years of being together
Yet when you gather
Will your fellow man
(O so much better!)
Every single fact you tell is different from another
A man will tell a fact of a woman,
another man will say it is not true
And tell them his own facts
In which another argument will pursue
I shall explain more simply
Why it is pointless to understand the mind of a young woman
Because all women are different!
Men have the same mind
Women are individuals
She has her own feelings, experiences-
Secrets…
The mind of women is not for men to know
Because it is ours alone
Only women possess this gift
Or curse some may call it
To understand the mind of a woman
You must be one of our own
So if you wish to be one of our own
You may ask us, the secrets of a woman
If not
Don’t even try
Congratulations, dear poet Ms Patronus. This excellent poem is ranked #32 on PoemHunter feature "Best poems of Members"
I agree with what all the other men wrote here - I haven't read their comments but I am male so of course I agree. If only I could dye my hair blonde then I could be uniquely individual like all the other Paris Hiltons out there - actually, if only I had hair to dye blonde, that would be a start.
i'd like to cut my heart out and give it to the beautiful mind of a young woman- big deal
Tasia the mind of a young woman, that dangerous place where man dare not tread, i have devised a plan, when i see a young woman approaching i have this little bell i start ringing the bell and yelling danger young woman with mind full of secrets thus warning all the young men i dont have to worry about young woman myself, because when young woman see me coming they take off yelling old age is creeping up on us With a warmth Allan
Unfortunately Allan Tasia's description is about right it is as hopeless to try to understand as it is to understand the Almighty himself... should he even exist
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
For Allan James Saywell, whom asked me to create a poem to help him understand the mind of a young woman...lol (sry i'm sucha tease) Luv ya Allan, TAZ