Right of passage Stories

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...