Women

Upon a rose; this velvet splendour

I would gaze upon its loveliness
And smell the scent of a good life
We all have a rare thing of beauty
Yearn that all could see its charm
Tis no contrived cry of attention
It is the simple wash of desire
To lose control to another thing
Tis not a public want of strong men
And yet in the quiet they wish it
Held in secret thrall to its allure
These men fell, bold and mighty
Held upright by feminine strength
The underpinning backbone of men
Alluring steel in womanly flows
And perhaps if I ruled the world
Held its sway within my palm
Women would be a revered as a rose