Woman

To fulfil immortality in life Is woman's truth Whose sole deed is To disclose us to ourselves, To whom next to Almighty All owe their life And who makes it worth having, Although in the veil of desire Is but lust made beauty, Nature's agreeable blunders In the magnifying glass of spite, Yet no man is whole in himself Save she's the rest of him. What puzzles the mind, Heart can understand only by love, Awareness can touch only by virtue, So rich in variety Each perfect in its own line- light of love alive, home in flesh, Revered when alive, Venerated when dead, in her is the end of breeding.