The Woman Poem by callum marvin

A woman is a marvellous being
each a flower beautiful with a heart beating.
A flower of living flesh and blood
she has the power to do bad or good.

Of a Woman's Charm.
Her beauty is not skin deep
for her mind and soul are hers to keep.
She cares for her child and others
a natural charm of mothers.

Of a Woman's Sight.
Of a woman's sight she can make a dull room bright
for her mere presence fill men with delight.
Her body a mystery concealed by clothes
a secrete that only she knows.
Whether her body slender or toned
or a curvy figure she might have owned.
Still a lovely flower drawing breath
colourful and unique until her death.

Of a Woman's Sound.
Her voice that noise that she makes
a sweet melody just one of her traits.
Yes she may nag and moan
but come on, the blame is not hers alone.
When she is down or sad she may cry
a noise so terrible I may die.
But her laughter and her smile
are rewards well worthwhile.

Of a Woman's Smell.
Her scent well what can I say
just like a flower picked at the start of the day.
The luscious aroma that she may pick
whether its sprayed, or rolled with a stick.
A Woman's scent is lovely and strong
whether its baby powder or herbs the list is long.
Her sweat even at the end of a hard day.
adds to her scent so alluring, I say.

Of a Woman's Taste.
My name is not Hannibal.
nor are my interest cannibal.
but for the taste of her lips, fresh from a kiss
a flavour savoured for it is bliss.

Of a Woman's Touch.
The caress of her perfect smooth skin.
so gentle and soft whether she's big or thin.
The touch of her comfy hand.
a loving gesture to help you stand.
Her body is a work of art
from her skin texture to her heart.
just from the spread of her flowing hair
a woman can make you stop and stare.

Of a Woman's Burden.
Just for today I wanted to say, her Brassiere
is a form fitting garment worn by a star.
She will cramp and bleed for a week
yet she's still too busy to be weak.
Her emotions can run high
when its that time in the sky.
The stress of her long hard day.
keeps her rest and happiness at bay.

ALL women are beautiful
sweet, kind or wonderful.
Like a garden of flowers
only one your attention captures.