Of all the strengths of a woman, beauty
make her strongest, character is next.
Of all the weaknesses of a man, love makes
him weakest, passion is next.
A
woman’s weakness remains a mystery to me but I know a man’s strength is what first
attracts a woman.
Let’s talk about love.
I detest a
timeout with love
Cause no
matter how clothed you’re
She drags
you out in the cold and in tattered rags
No matter
how high your shoulders are to the sky
She sways your
knees to know the dust beneath your feet
She’s lonely,
she’s needy, she’s poor and lost
A walk with
her is to be a pauper
A dance with
her is to be a clown
A swim with
her is to first, fill an empty pool with tears
A fly with
her is to give up backbone for wings
And a dine
with her is to feed fat on thoughts
But her
sweet voice, like that of the Sirens in The Odyssey, who can resist
When she
desperately calls out through the wind
Only to
confine hearts in luck and keys
“Come quick!
Leave the sleep behind we don’t need it
Leave the
bread and wine we won’t go hungry
Quick! Leave
the coins, we won’t buy nothing
Dump the
shield and the swords, we won’t be fighting”
I’ve heard
the strong leave his strength this way
I’ve seen
the wealthy leave his riches this way
I’ve heard
the wise leave his craft this way
And the simple
lose his innocence this way
Her sonorous
voice, who can resist
As she set steps
on lanes of no intentions
And lips on
songs in praise of beauty...
"I’ve seen beauty show its sides in several places...
I’ve seen beauty in the ebbing of the sea, in the bowing of
a rainbow, in the blooming of a petal and in the feathering of a talking bird.
I’ve seen beauty show
its sides in several places before...
In the innocence of a toothless child, in the falling of a
waterfall, in the flowing of milk and in the whiteness of the snow…
I’ve seen beauty show its sides in several places…
In the thickness of a forest, in the caking of the clouds in
the peeping of the sun and the hardness of a precious stones…
’heaven sent’, your face alone seems to birth them all
Like a
believer will wait on the savior
Like a
school boy will wait on school bus
And Like an
arid land will wait on raindrops
Every day, I wait to behold your face…"
So she
sings… and sing… and sing…
Till you
forget the burden in a journey
And lost the
warm memory of home.
To a soul piercing
lyrics of beauty
Coming out
from Love’s broken lips.
But you know
what? I still love you!
