Love of a Woman

Love of a woman

Is the uninhibited enigma

of a heart that bows-

Bows not in reticence

of its conflicted destiny;

‘Twas but one that surrendered,

Knelt to a power much less,

Lest it be blamed for conquering it all.

Love of a woman

Is the light surging through

the tunnel of life-

Life unlit, unless subscribed

by the rustic passion

Of the dame alight;

To usher along till the end,

Lest the darkness brought gloom to dawn.

Love of a woman

Is its own saviour, and

Her valour the knight-

Knight with the strength

forsaken but for hers truly

And so, wrath of a woman

Too does love command,

Lest the saviour let love be wronged.