Too Fragile Too Agile Poem by Moto Wamwanga

Just like a child, a woman
Seeks badly for attention,
Chases like a game, passion
And can die for satisfaction.
She believes in compassion
To be felt sorry by her man
All the time. When this can

Not be shown, at that instance,
The world must turn upside
Down, feel sorry for her cry
And rivers, oceans can dry
In order to satisfy her pride
That a man sees as an offence
And reason to claim innocence.

A real woman loves affection,
To be, every now and then, told
'I love you beautiful' oh passion,
Or ' you're the prettiest creation
That the Earth has known so far',
And sensation, like she's so cold,
To be caressed, admired like a star;

Held tight, cuddled. That's her way
To be revered every single day.
That's her nature to pursue and pray
For love. People think it's all okay.
That's her. She can cry easily, pay
Attention to anything you do say.
She can easily be lied, driven to decay.

A woman is very soft and emotional.
She strives for being treated special
In whatever a man does, sees and says.
She is clever. She knows how she plays
Her games. She's fragile, easily saddened
By thinking that she's left out, abandoned
And innocent for things happened.

My woman is strongly agile, prettier than
A diamond in Sahara's sun. She is spry
Like a commando and does truly try
Hard to complete her duties on time.
Taking me as her partner in crime,
She strives to see me the happiest man
Ever and she would maintain that till I die.