O you who make so many swoon at your feet <br />Through history your charm and your alluring splendor <br />Has always induced a sacrifice to meet <br /> <br />Sometimes I feel it’s a snare that’s slipped into <br />A trick of nature for spawning to persist <br />A trap nearly inevitable, laid for a lure <br />A next stage of a life, for loneliness a cure <br /> <br />Is it true that passion can really persist <br />Through years of haste and anger and stress <br />Of the routine mundane endeavors of life <br />Where feelings of elation are replaced by strife <br /> <br />O you who possess the paramount beauty <br />You carry eyes, affections, even hearts within <br />Like adornments and diamonds stroking on your skin <br />Of those you encounter along your course of life <br /> <br />I wonder at this wonder that always continues <br />Hearts meet in love but in time a bad omen <br />Yet a battle I feel sometimes in my sinews <br />To surrender to the beauty and love of a woman <br /> <br />(2009-05-10)<br /><br />Francois Hoon<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/woman-64/
