Woman, thou art yet untamed,
be it thy breast in wild of flesh,
or be thy heart as yet unmade,
woman, thou art unable to rest.
Woman, in thy fashion, be bold,
yet softened by a wilding breath,
in thy nature, thine eyes behold,
‘ere cascade, thy nurtured caress.
Woman, thou art glorious wan,
be it in basking glow of the moon,
or in thy gaze, the light of the sun,
as in thy hands, its fire, swooned.
Woman, thou art unwise to Wed,
be thy burdens unwieldy to duty,
for mere man, in his wildest stead,
cannot hold your weight of beauty.