Hush! – A Woman Passed This Way
Hush! – A Woman Passed This Way
Sometimes it is the softest touch that makes a woman blush
Not the harsh touch of the brute, not the lightning brush
Sometimes only lips need to be kissed – twice
Or dropped on the upturned hand – a single cube of ice
Sometimes words are not nearly enough, but a wink is too much
The gentle breath of the darkest night, a fleeting memorable touch
Women are like the flowers of Eden, a fiction to explore
Hidden behind some Fort Knox like… Cerberus guarded door
Sometimes all that it takes to have the flower blossom and open
Is a kind word, a gentle hand, a soft voice, that which we lack, we men
Sometimes a woman cries for no reason, and rain would be kind
Then a soft pillow and a warm blanket are hard to find
Sometimes all it takes is a chocolate milkshake and jokes
Nothing – in other words, that can’t be handled by us savvy blokes.
Savvy blokes, huh?
You wrote a nice poem, but I wonder how much you really understand about women :))
JC
JC… well, what can I say that I haven’t said already? First, a woman gave birth to me, that probably ought to be enough. Second, I have a woman whom I love and admire and who wishes to be with me forever, that ought to be enough as well. 🙂
But I get your point. 🙂 Men don’t ever know anything about women, do they?