She is not for a one night stand
nor any other stand that only happens by night
she is not for pleasing your lowest passions and urges
nor she is there to please you in any other way.
A woman is to be worshipped.
She is to be appreciated for every single effort she does:
to make food, clean, or just to do the make up;
she is to be worshiped for being elegant
and for making a house “home”
and for doing whatever she does to make a living
and for paying attention to things a man would never know exist
and for obsessively talking on emotions
as a reminder we have to relearn how to feel.
A woman is to be worshipped
as a work of art
or even as art itself.
It is how it’s supposed to be,
while women are convinced it is too much to ask for.
When worshipped, she will become
more of what is ever imagined.
It is the purpose of her creation, and not anything less than worship!
There is no need of being too much attentive
an invisible wall stands in front as preventive.
Love has appeared to be only a weakness
within the years trying to invest in her uniqueness.
Strong women tend to speak out arguments and facts
and show of emotions no visible signs and tracks.
They carefully hide the wounds of their solitude
and focus on personal goals and dreams pursued.
She was all of above and much more until her defining
guilty as charged for her soul’s inner designing.
Finding true love or at least a suitable lover, was to her a myth
she wasn’t someone to fall in love with!
There are women:
they get many kisses
before they are asked to get naked,
they get a lot of attention
just for a little laughter,
they get gifts
just to join for a dinner,
they get a happy ending
just for a night being naked,
and they might even lack passion!
She isn’t such woman!
She has no kisses
she gets no attention
she gets no gifts
she gets no happy endings.
She is laughing because she loves life
she sometimes pays the dinners
she gets naked because she wants not because she is requested
she doesn’t lack passion
she gets the -endings- out of the -happy endings- only!
She has nothing, by giving everything.
She is a different woman.
Each night when she turns the lights down
she puts in her wardrobe her invisible crown
half dressed she sits on the left side of her bed
a zahir although always present, in an instance spreads.
It emerges when her scent is mixed with her sorrows
it turns into ghost questioning for her tomorrows
it scares her not, since it’s a shadow she already knows
it gives her in a way her daily attention doze.
A gentleman would care for a lady until her he gains
but the ghost wanted nothing, only to know her pains
he would float in the room until she wants to sleep
until she falls tired knowing a ghost all her secrets keeps.
And each morning as the dawn is approaching
not to give up and start again she is her self coaching
then she realises a ghost is only an imaginary friend
and a ghost have no firm body for our face all in tears to bend.