Woman-The gift I Revere

The hedonic gift God bestowed upon me,

A factotum, He sent to fill me with glee

My cynosure as my other half,

My console in every chafe

A kind confidante to share my gaffe

My heart and courage when sides with me;

you're the only, I reckon with solely

I am no wrong when you chide me,

I sound convincing when you guide me

I may be a man, beside a woman,

Sans you, I am certainly in vain

You're Mother, a Sister, or a daughter,

As a wife; Gods' most divine creature

You draw to Love like a moth to the flame,

You're untroubled by societal blame

You won't dither by any blister,

You defend like a crusader

A delicate piece with unwavering peace,

A world without a woman is never at ease.