She is a
beautiful flower:
One that likes
attention and is delicate in essence
One that
wrinkles a bit if the air is foul and intense
One that
attracts bees with its deep-seated incense
He loves her
for her feminine traits:
Her sensitivity,
her thoughtfulness
Her interest in
life, her tenderness
He loves her for
her feminine beauty:
Her body -
delicate yet energetic, her legs - slender and feisty
Her pliant back
and vibrant skin, her eyes - eager and lusty
He loves her for
her sexual energy and vigor:
The energy in
her heart, her warm hug - its ardor
The energy in
her kiss, her crisis - its power
He loves her for
her intelligence:
Her sense of
humor, her insight, her prudence
How she
reinvents, and disposes of wrong ideas at once
He loves her for
the fairness in her soul:
Fairness to men
despite their bad behavior and its toll
Fairness to the
world despite its harshness and desire to control
She is a
beautiful flower and he wishes that:
It will flourish
and bloom
An electric
softness it will assume
It will get more
confident of itself, and self-reliant
It will sway on
the wind, always spring back, and bear its brunt
It will let all bees
enjoy its charm and allure
But always keep
one singular bee in its special favor!
Abhay B. Joshi
Poet’s note: This is probably how
every sensible man thinks about his woman.