Every
verse, ever written is designed to admire woman’s beauty. Every single feeling,
ever felt finds root in a woman’s heart. Every scent, ever imagined, comes from
a woman. Everything that is said, even that which lays in the future,
completely undreamed, is in a dream of a woman. Every creation ever made, even
this entire world has a woman in the middle of it. Every single breath, ever
taken is given by a woman. The reason for blossom is not spring, but the smile
of a woman. That enchanting force, which holds all cells together, is the
love of a woman. Mercy and grace are born in the look of a woman.
Heart
of a man is but a nest for a woman’s world; in there a woman claims dominion,
even before the sun itself.
We,
men, live for a single purpose…
