Women are different spices
Siblings with sensitivity
Garnished with emotionality
Truly dad was right,
Think before you say a word
They see beyond what you say
They only see what they want to believe
Truly he was right,
They act like vixen
But soft as the shadows
Mere words; can make them sober
Oh ye men!
It is not cool to explore their feeble mind
They are not sex tools
But the purest form of love.
As you go,
Learn to accept and love their fragility
In this;
You'll be a man of honour
Smile when she's agitated
Laugh when she has no clue
Sigh when she nags
Embrace her when she gets scared
Be a man; when she's a woman.
Chryss.
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