Her soul is the most appealing flower,
Its nectar is desirable for restless bumblebees,
They flutter up above her stem for bustling hours
While she indulges fragile petals under trees.
Her silhouette is like a guitar in poetic hands,
Her fragrance cannot be compared to anything,
The way she moves, how exquisitely bends,
Only poet can handle her sophisticated strings.
Woman is a mystery still hasn`t been revealed,
Her beauty is a danger, sharp-blade sword to kill,
Her love is poison on the face of lover spilt,
Woman is a drug subduing even strongest will.
Woman is a blooming rose fading so quick,
Without proper care, so vulnerably weak,
Only poet can touch her stem avoiding thorns,
Caress her leaves, let her feel she's only one adored.
Only poet can write her as eternal masterpiece,
Joining her fragile petals into endless kiss,
Only he can breathe poetic wave in her,
Widen hidden horizons, open a closed door.
She loves to fullest, suffers ever more,
She loves today, without nothing to deplore,
She gives her all to drown in poetic eyes,
Smiles in sunshine, falls asleep in bitter sighs.
Her eyes have all the colors poet can write,
From green to purple, dirty black to pure white,
Every blink of eye is sign to come near,
Inspire masterpiece from every falling tear.
Woman is a vessel filled with vital love,
Sophisticated human art from torn to pieces draft.
Loved to death and wounded to the core,
Woman is the reason to being cherished more.
Woman is right even when she`s totally wrong
For only she knows where loving heart belongs,
For whose poetic eyes she`s fallen for,
Taste of whose delicious lips she desires more.
Woman doesn`t know her real power,
How strong she is especially when weak,
She doesn`t know she`s most alluring flower,
Without love and heartfelt care fading so quick…
- Svetlank@ -