The Woman is a holiday, fable , flower.
The Woman is a sip of Ale and Liquor.
The Woman is a flame as the Sun above us,
That warms us with its soft gracious rays.
The Woman may be polychrome rainbow
Every is brightness and motley multicoloured.
The Woman may be and colouring.
She may be red and she may be green.
The Woman is a magic and she is a riddle:
A lot of harts was Brocken to solve a little.
The Woman is a lottery ticket card -
You may win and you may spend.
The Woman is like a breezy morning breeze!
Everybody wants to fulfill every her caprice.
The Woman is a sea of different sentiment fervour.
She covered by waves you must keep self stronger.
The Woman is a great snow white mariner sail.
She calls into farness to get a voyage great.
The Woman is a wind which is following perennially.
If you eighty-six her it will blow adversely.
But The Woman is a harmonious tuned music,
Manners are different movements are tonic.
The Woman is a pleasure song in a deep of your heart.
Only few person may this song right descant.
The woman is a book, in which every time a new thing,
Includes many stories “Everything about everything.”
I wish to read it greedily and carefuly reread
Again wish to count on a new volume.
The Woman as if a bright star at the deep sky.
I wish to her forever be undependableable to fly,
If will not tell you contemptuous “No, no, neither!”
You will possess hoped-for the Star Ticket either.
The Woman is the sky of boardless seas wormer;
She pulls us upwards, stronger and stronger?
The Woman is swiftness, happiness of days cute.
With Woman the mazer of the Universe is complete.