A woman is like a summer's day. No. A woman is like snow. No. A woman is like a woman. She is not an object standing in the way. She is not a thing Placed on this Earth for men To worship or disrespect Or idealise or infantise Or use to project fantasies Or disappointments.
A woman is simply a woman, But, when you meet the right one And you tend to get things Poetically-done, Then you often feel the desperate urge To write down how she makes you feel And shout about her to the world And compare her to everything. Except other women. They don't like that.