She Is No Less
In dress she wears, hoping she meets
Approval one's who fell asleep
Some time ago who fails to see
All that she is, true pagentry
Without makeup she's pure at heart
One of kind, a real sweetheart
Blessing given, by God who made
Soulmate to love and not ones slave
Hair with waves that rivals oceans
Skin so soft, with real emotions
Needing the care but not getting
By hands on one who keeps forgetting
She is no less but so much more
Mans net worth and too his core
That sets the tone and table too
Dinners gone cold and so have you
A gift unwrapped, Christmas early
But you don't see impaired and burly
Neandathal whose grunts just blare
How much more less, for her you care
Scent her own, no perfume needed
By right they all should be concieted
But feminine need not display
Thy better half of man each day
She is no less but so much more
Wake to her needs before the door
Is opened wide for her to leave
She is no less, don't be decieved
She is no less, work to impress
Girlfriend or wife, woman caressed
Will feel again what once was you
No less a part of you that too
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