Oh Woman

Fornicate with your eyes, invoke lust in others with your infatuated looks, and cause men to falter along their way, because what else have you to live for, what purpose do you serve in life oh woman? Please give me an explanation for your doings, is there reason, do you have reason, does reason hover within your ambience? Please figure this out for yourself, because I can’t figure it out for you. Not that I don’t want to, but rather, you won’t let me. You’ve become uninviting. Your beauty no longer serves the purpose it once did, your smiles have become piercing daggers into my heart – seemingly pleasant, but only resolved into lost hope. Find your way oh woman, and DO NOT deter.

 Locate that place once called Home. It is the place where warmth gathers and hearts glow, a place where the fire kindles and smiles grow. Oh woman, seek thy purpose. Be of good cheer and lend a helping hand. No. Not the hand that hammers the nail, pulls the trigger, gestures to the audience, or fills my prescription. But the one that serves the evening stew with warm flavor. The one which embraces the support of the young with discipline. A morning’s diligent hand that never ceases to fail breakfast, dress-up or coffee. The hand that beautifies life. Invigorates strength with passion into the hearts of men. The hand of truth, in all honesty, the hand of glory. Oh woman, thy presence is mighty and pertinent. Please reconcile thy self and reconsider thy place in life. The place of undoubtable NEED. Let thy beauty beautify my atmosphere. Make it my everlasting joy unto the Lord God, our King. Serve with purpose. You most certainly Have purpose. We are the blue print and you the infrastructure. We know, but you are. Smile with kindness. Make my days! Oh woman.