A Woman’s Beauty
Created from man she was,
the womb of life she is,
a blessing from the creator because,
she provides substance for this.
Reference the womb that bore you
she's the woman who creates life,
a life fashioned and if you only knew,
the pain she gives is rife.
She's a mother, daughter, aunt and niece,
that demands attention and to be respected.
Because her compassion is to please
so her beauty is to never be neglected.
She's the spring when it is in bloom,
the sun when it gives it’s warmth,
a bride in waiting for a groom,
after a storm a rainbow's birth.
At her feet lies paradise,
she's a teacher in her own right
in her womb she holds life’s prize,
created to be beautiful for all sight.
By Brent Bellah
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