My woman…

Wars started and ended with the woman….

The single greatest invasion of man’s pride!

The single greatest sustenance of his pride …

The woman!

She birthed nations and raised a world. She nourished and bred the mighty and the weak alike…

The woman, fickle and delicate in all her grace has ruled the wildest of hearts, the bravest of warriors….

There is no single corridor of times past, that the woman hasn’t made her mark…

Whether in small deeds or the grandest of gestures…

Whether in scornful fury or in clandestine ruin… the woman was and always will be the indubitable force of nature.

History greets the truth of a woman’s sway with resolute certitude, convinced of a beauty undefined but ever real non-the less.

 

I take this moment to distinguish her. My woman… my wonder of all…

The heart of the world…

Enduring inconceivable and inextricable pain, she brings life and beauty into a heartless world…

Years go by as she hopes, she prays, she hopes some more, that the life she brought would in fact live…. Live for life…

She works and toils… she endures the cruelty of the man.

The man she was made for…. Not to use but to adore…

I distinguish her…

 

I take this moment to honor her…. My blood… my parallel…

A true reflection of what I am not…

Persistent in our existence together…

Though we war at heart… we love with all

We cherish , we busk , we glory in our link together…

Forever bound by love….

I honor her…

 

I take this moment to love her … The woman, My woman…

The always and forever in every story…

The dainty of love,… the sparkle of glorious wonder….

A celestial masterpiece!  A creation like no other…

Yes! The one that Men die for. The one they live for…
The one they search for…

She gives purpose to man…To serve and to protect

she bares color to  man’s grays…

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In the whispers of a tomorrow,

Deprived of her glory,

is one with blackness and void of life…

If there be any such luck to us that we may hear the sound….

Harken oh man, to the voice of the cold…

Distinguish, honor and love the woman…

For without her… we are lost…

Mankind forever forgotten will be…..

Lo my soul,

Love with might, Honor with power…

Let her busk in your light for a change

Let her calmness fill your heart,

That she may see your grace…

She is woman!

Your woman

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