Defining a woman

I like to think of a woman without wings,
Or maybe the beautifully laced harp strings. 
They are emotional creatures strictly by design;
I loving heart of compassion that I find divine. 

Their eyes are glazed like the moon on the lake;
Everyone is very unique: kinda like a snowflake. 
They are strong and mentally sound;
Wether a wife, or on the battleground. 

Many years I have had the pleasure of admiring them all;
No matter how short; no matter how tall. 

Some have mended their broken hearts from are attacks;
It might be whole, but it still has its cracks. 
I love the beauty of GODS work;
To hold and comfort is ones life's perk!

I have friends that feed them a line of shit;
Just to have a chance at their clit. 
Why do we abuse something that is one of our pair?
Fucking with their hearts and leaving them in despair

We should be thankful of the beauty that they are;
In the form in which is truly an earthstar. 
Respect them for they are mans  connection to love;
For they are all sent from above. 

GOD made man in the reflection of his mind;
It is the hunt of our pair that we have to find. 
Sometimes it's not that they are in search of us;
Because we have made them believe in our distrust. 

If you feel everything that you can't explain;
It has to be her love that runs thru your vain. 
We too get them butterflies;
We just don't admit it; because we are guys. 

Don't look at them are less than us;
Trying to convince with words that is superfluous. 
Beauty is always the woman in hand;
That's why GOD created them for man. 

This is just my view of course;
There is so much to feel from them besides intercourse. 
They are the glass rose of my heart;
Don't drop them or break them apart. 

I will say only one more thing;
They are not just flesh, but they are everything.