THE WOMAN
The proverbial angel incarnate
She sits at the throne akin to thou's perfection
More so in the case of love and care
Beauty and brains, she carries it all
Humbleness and honesty; companions to her soul
The essence of humankind
The epitome of a mindful heart
The Woman
I praise her for her deliberations
Her constant afflictions, which she dares much to
face
The whisker of pain, from the ocean that's her eyes
She deprives hate and pain the ability to stand
I am endeared to her; the woman
Who is bright and wise
Who shines the duty that is bestowed upon her
She nutures, feeds and educates
She loves, cries, smiles and hugs
She upholds the care of our Lord and Father
She is in nature, a priceless jewel
I hail the woman
Who is the ingredient for the perfect recipe who is
concerned about her character and seeks to
enfranchise the mystique of herself as a woman
Whom the mythical Gaea is her perfect apparition,
for in someway she resembles the mother goddess
in being a queen
Whom some cheap nail polish dosent make her
pretty but her words and actions voices her heart
as beautiful
Whom the principles of honesty and submission
reflects her dignity and earns her respect for being
the noble woman in the niche of society
The Woman
She has the timbre to comfort
Her tier supercedes the typical lass on the street
For she is indeed gratifying to a man who sees her
as a queen
'Cause she respects herself and upholds her
virtues.
© Eddy Ongili 2013
Written by Eddy Ongili, first posted to the People's Poetry Bookshelf on 24th April 2013.
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