A women is nothing more then multi personalities
Held into a single person
Without a meaning of understanding form a male
They are always on the look for being understood
In which leaves us as men confused
This is the reason we will never understand
But to keep them happy you simple
Adapt to there being
In which the random pattern will soon become
a ability
Uniting you’re heart to hers
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem