Women Poem by Charles M Moore

A man is to love a woman and vice versa. But yes Charles there are the ones who play too much. Some are high maintence. Some only need love and to be shown. But don't feel bad we woman have been trying to figure men out and never accomplish it. So we are in the same boat. Patricia

Terrific, Charlie! ! ! You just gots to find one what's got a wee bit o' sense inner noggin along with everything else that matters, my friend. Love the final line! Esther : ]

I used to know a fellow from Morocco who claimed that women were of a different species than men. 'Then how do they interbreed? ' I asked. My question was, perhaps, more facile than his premise. Nevertheless, he - after days of soul-searching - decided that women were humans. By then, I'd changed my mind, after a bad blind-date. I loved this poem. Sorry for the anecdote, I'm up late.

>> Actually women like spacious and empty places.; -) Just teasing! ! ! *; O)

The Glory of a Woman English Translation of Allama Iqbal's Poem. Color in the portrait of universe is from woman, From her warmth the inner warmth of life; In glory her dust is greater than Plaedias, Each glory is the hidden pearl of her shell; Dialogues of Plato she could not write, Yet Plato’s spark by her flame was broken.

Charles, I suppose women are kind of like amusement/thrill rides... like a roller coaster.... Good Write! ! Brian