Which you are, Pretty and Smart; <br />eighth wonder of you, this woman of women <br />where my secret, she lives full therein. <br />The world made you to establish her, <br />and must now take her notice with great pride. <br /> <br />Greatest of greatest savants, <br />established for they would adapt to this mother <br />of woman the woman they now know she is. <br /> <br />Hard working her model of great womanhood. <br /> <br />Softness of heart by those few and but; <br />when she tries to say more to them. <br /> <br />You are great, take them there and make vast <br />wide all the more deeper a pond, no a lake from <br />that river of such simple need, you understand it. <br /> <br />In charge from the beginning and <br />you are what makes them all blind, <br />Woman of woman he can see it. <br /> <br />Why 'I' bear witness too your long lives, <br />because you can and thus within reach to touch <br />the others in blossom sweet. <br /> <br />Woman of creed, creed of woman you feed. <br /> <br />I say, It' from the depth of your full red Lips. <br />Their arms I will use; too balance my seductive <br />broad hip, against which must lean their tree. <br /> <br />l am at that stage of each and every stage, <br />whereupon now it is they must walk and as they <br />reach out to grasp and with compassion I know <br />Delirious each curve my deep strong why, they ask. <br />from it, Each Falling down, how they cry, more for it. <br /> <br /> <br />I am that woman of every woman whom ever wishes to be. <br />I enter the room the latter and leave as the latter, it seams. <br /> <br />Orange blooms are sweet to each man and as such to each. <br />He do I see, so I squeeze them, hard pressed they say it is <br /> Because the men say that I am, Eighth wonder a Woman.. <br /> <br />Even though... i am a man.<br /><br />Is It Poetry<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/eighth-wonder-a-woman/
