The love of that a woman
Like flowers, it blooms;
In the callow green, it looms;
Stanch stems when reviled,
Without light cannot survive

The love of that a woman
Bestows  upon the
Living; Guileless, forgiving
Like how roses seek
The bright; with thorns keenly fight

The love of that a woman
Thrives as seeds beneath
The loam; Digging below, roams
Extends beyond with
placid grace, fair to be embraced