A Woman

A woman is like that precious pearl

Designed so uniquely out of Adam's line

She was created with a very specific spine

To bear the weight of his beloved child

She was created by God to be meek and mild

A woman is more precious than pearl men think

None will cast pearl aside should her eyelids blink

Her true worth is much more than human can define

Yet defining her role is mysterious and sublime

Wise men see her like a flower garden...refined

Her price more than rubies and more precious than gold

Yet she can be owned by a child of zero years old

Her manner can be gentle and harmless as a dove

But her eyes could pierce and send you flying above

Your heart sweetly singing this is the fire of true love

The woman you see looking mystique all the time

May be waiting for her inner clock to begin to chime

Her unique duty to perform she's wellaware of the time

She does what is necessary to keep her in line

And takes care she's not described as one to decline

She'll laugh and she'll talk and sometimes even bark

When time is running out and she's losing her spark

She skips and she dances she does it without any fake

Her exclusive carriage of goodness and grace

Allows her to occupy her designated space.

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