Adam woke up to find her by his side,
But just wondering, what she's been doing,
While he was asleep, with nothing to hide?
Moses wrote none. So drop the foregoing.
She hanged gardens, Babylon, not Eden,
Once, the object of war, remember Troy?
Kind and cruel, from fairy tales, to then,
Myths of goddesses, who care or destroy.
She's remembered by her sword, or her smile,
Can or might, rule a kingdom, or the king,
Among her feats, being all so worthwhile,
Is to rock the cradle, or carry the string.
Being known as weak, is her protection,
Her tenderness, the weapon to conquer,
Life with her is Hell, some men did mention,
But then, could there be Heaven without her?
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Thus women deserve the respect to an extent, nice!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Life with her is, some men did mention, But then, could there be Heaven without her? ONE HAS TO PAY THE TICKET EVEN FOR THE WORST PICTURE HERE SHE SHOWS IT YOU FREE AND GRINS SEEING HOW SMALL UR HAVING ADMIRED OTHERS THEN WHEN SHE SHE SEES IT EXPAND EVEN STARS BECOME BLUR SO READ MY POEM MOMS SMILES AND LOVE UR WOMAN POET SIR
Well said. I agree.