A Woman grows on love
(poem By Nyasha Mboti)
There is only
One way to love a woman
And that
Is to love her.
Love her like
She exists in a dream.
Love her
And give her unforgettableness
Unforgettable sweetness.
Ah, use your hands to find her
Bring her to your side
Give her gifts of fire.
Love a woman
Because she grows on love
She grows and grows
And you wonder at her ripeness.
Do not cheat a woman
Do not ask her things
That she cannot answer.
Do to a woman, love.
Do to a woman the good things
That are in a man
Do to her, love.
There is only
One way to love her
To reserve all your gentleness
For her
To conserve your manliness
To please her:
Then she will grow.
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It's a melodious poem. I think it's supposed to make a woman feel good about herself, feel loved, wanted but we all (maybe not all) know that (some) men (and, or other women) don't abide by this. Unfortunately this reality distorts what can be supposedly a lovely poem. Nevertheless it's sweetness lingers somewhere between the lines. I wonder if the poet does what he says. I think its effectiveness would also be felt if it was read aloud. Personally I would have liked that.
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