woman

look into your woman's eyes
she sits there on the couch
all patience and suffering
all love and enduring
time always her enemy
insecurities they pile
fighting and fighting
the men and their ways
life and its cruel haze
the fading of beauty
through the cycle of days
the merciless rat race
the weight of the world
on their shoulders
these little women
and their hearts
hearts that could move boulders

and she is here
in this room
with me
she is here
and she stays by me
despite the seeming hopelessness
of their loyalty
the blind faith
that all will be as they dream

and we sit there and take for granted
the vastness that these women avow
the strength that they endow

it's a cruel and heartless man
who could ever turn any woman down.