Sonnet 292

You, quintessence of femininity —
Unabashed and unafraid, pure woman;
A beauty true which every eye may see,
Proud to be that gifted rib from heaven.
Soft to the eye and softer to the touch
Yet with an inner strength that holds in stead,
God manded mate no man could love too much,
Right complement of heart when two are wed.
You are the cradle of the human form
And by design do calm that mortal beast,
Give moral compass to the newly born
And comfort so the suffering soul ‘til death.
Demure and meek, yet with a mighty power;
The worth of Eden captured in a flower.

© Loubert S Suddaby. All Rights Reserved.

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