A Woman is a flower
Or a thorn;
If you love her
she is a sweet smell
If you hurt her,
she stings.
A Woman is a bee,
Treat her kindly
she gives you honey,
Harm her,
she gives you stings.
A Woman is a rosé
Be a nightangle
Sing for her,
She dances for you
in the breeze
and sings and swings.
Water her, she lives..
Pluck her, she dies,
Or lifelong she springs,
like a leeuwerik
with broken wings.
Be the breeze that moves her,
Then you may live like kings.
A woman is like a torch,
If man knew how to hold it,
properly,
She gives him light
and lights his way
properly,
If he treated her improperly
She burns his hand
Promptly!
Freyad Hugo
Heernveen
August,2021
A Woman is an upgraduated one, she hears all things, she does nothing, only nodding her head upon this insanity, She is an upgraduated, therefore she keeps quiet in all silence.
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You have taught me a new word: leeuwerik. Apparently it is the Dutch word for lark. Thank you. A lovely poem.