I want to tell you, 
Tell you about a woman’s love, 
Because the world does not know enough. 
There are few words sufficient in nature 
With meanings that can cover the depth 
Of what she gives 
When she chooses 
To open her arms 
And lets you enter her heart.

It is what old, lonely men wish to whisper 
In the ears of their sons, 
So that they will know 
And maybe save themselves 
From making mistakes, 
From losing it in earnest. 
But, life is too short and realization 
Too late. 
It hits them like a wave, 
Sacrifices all sense and sanity, 
Leaving them to mumble on corners, 
Scratching at the air, 
Lost in their own shame 
Of a life they could have lived.

If you knew, 
There would be no room for self. 
Knowledge would invade you 
And you too would become like the Gods, 
Thinking you can rule things; 
Never the less, 
Realizing unless she worships you, 
You simply do not exist 
--A mere drop in the ocean.

What I want to tell you 
Will change all that you thought you knew. 
You would need new eyes with which to see, 
Having lost the others to a light that blinds. 
Your body would no longer be yours. 
It would make you crave for the heaven that is her skin, 
The mercy that is her touch. 
The free that is beyond freedom 
And your comprehension 
Is found deep inside of her. 
There lies an ethereal thing 
You cannot put your finger on 
With no shape 
And its own timbres, 
That vibrates through you 
With every push 
And makes you feel like crying with every pull.

You will discover that there is no weakness 
Like the weak she bares within you, 
Atrophying the strongest muscle you have, 
Strengthening the weakest with just a nod of her head. 
Her smile simply makes you can 
When you think you can’t, 
And you will wait for it, 
Work for it, 
Dream of it. 
There will be a look on her face 
Just for you 
When you reach far enough, 
Drowning in the pleasure she offers 
As you tap the tip of hers. 
Memories of it will carry you 
Through the valleys 
In pursuit of those peaks.

She can leave you open and raw 
To the harshness of the sun that is supposed to sustain you 
And to the bitterness of the cold that should preserve. 
Her love changes things. 
There will be no relief without her, 
No life, 
No breath worth taking. 
And did I speak of warmth, 
Now let me speak of heat, 
She will melt you 
And re-form you. 
You will thank her. 
You will finally understand 
That to be a man, 
To stand and make that claim 
Was never your decision. 
You will never know what it is to be one 
Without a woman’s love.

She is your rite of passage. 
Yet, when she gives 
She gives freely. 
Her love is all she truly has 
That is hers. 
It’s not enough to think you want it 
Or that lying beside her body means 
You have it. 
The question is 
Are you ready?

I want to tell you, 
To tell you about 
A woman’s love. 
But I’m afraid you’re not willing 
To save yourself. 
And, your time is ticking.

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