Women Have The Power Poem by Bill Cantrell

On Saturns rings the maidens dance,
Safely from commitments reach
Down below on the gassy orb,
The young men beg, please set us free

They tease us with their shadows,
Seducing silhouettes in the skies
A grown man turns into a child,
They bite their lips to drive us wild

Why do they have such power?
What did we do to merit this curse?
They slay us with their wanting eyes,
Placing us in their sequined purse

But all in all, it's worth the quest
Although they vanish with the dew
My guitar is whispering in my ears,
Now you are fit to play the blues

Now going back to the spark in their eyes
Whether brown or blue or green
It's not so much the color,
It's their stare that chains our hands and feet

Perhaps one night I'll catch their ear,
It's not the movement in their dance
It's not the lips or curvy hips
In love I wish to catch their glance

For though they have the power
Their heart betrays them the end
For I wish to be her lover of choice
But more than that, a cherished friend