What is beauty, but the sparkle in Her eyes?
But the infinite, eternal path to travel?
What is beauty, but the hues, the ice, the fire –
All the elements Her being can unravel?

What’s a Woman, but a Goddess to behold?
To support, to help, adore and love, admire?
And perhaps to fathom never – young or old…
But to save us from the triteness and the mire.

What’s a Woman, but the beauty of this world?
Slight correction: of this Universe, and others…
But a being above the compliments and words,
Even words that best of poets care to father.

Let us thank Her for the spark, the love, the fire –
Thank in deed, and then shut up, and just admire…