The Wonder Of Woman

Are we made to love?
As a man I wonder?

For every female that I meet I just find such beauty, such grace.

It is as though they don't quite belong. Were they put here to be objects of our desire and temptation or is that just inside my head?

I don't mean to offend but take a good long stare at her wondrous form
So different from the utilitarian male. All curves and so pleasant to our eye - why?

I know they come in all shapes and sizes but take away the shallowness of idealism and look beyond her breasts and they remain a creature of true inner beauty and gentleness. So why are we so different and not so blessed?

When the tales of yesteryear describe angels do you suppose they were all of female form - I do?

The softness of their skin only matches that of their heart - thank The Lord,
For if the world was full of men I fear the imbalance would be fatal.
So why shy away from your difference?
Why try to be more like man - because you can?

You have a balance in this world to keep that without it there, we would all close our eyes for the final long sleep!
I am not a chauvinist, I am not a pig but I honour and celebrate your difference sweet woman, you are the spirit level needed to keep humanity from falling and to me you remain a true wonder of our world.