Woman. You are a band of instruments playing autumn inspired symphonies Your tears are as pure and sweet as ice-cream And your lips have butterflies pulling at either corner so when you smile the entire world feels the flutters in the pits their stomach. You are the personification of love. You are the skeleton to the story of peace You piece together broken promises with your nurturing trachea, Cause your voice is the physiotherapy urging crippled emotions to walk on and possibly run into the arms of your affection. Woman you are a dormant spring that has come to life in a man’s desert heart That’s why they drown in your gaze, woman you deserve praise. You are a bouquet of beauty. The metaphor behind the word integrity, grace is your only disability and unconditional love is still a possibility as long as you exist. Cultural roots are embedded deep within your umbilical cord So you were cordially invited by mother nature to plant a seed, she poured you out into this earth You were birthed through the canal of a rose and you blossomed filling this earth with your sweet fragrance You are not just a diamond; you are the rough embracing and creating greatness You are a rock, strong and unbreakable Your passion is as tangible as your curves You’re the entrepreneur to encouraging words Your vision is as clear as your diction All the lost and unloved run to you because you woman, are the most effective prescription.