From a Passionate Swain a Straightforward Declaration of Love Is Made

I love women who gracefully dance And sweetly sing; and women who Avidly read and who brilliantly think; I love women who love to love— And who despise to hate—and who Receive and give of themselves, as well. I love women who are outwardly Lovely—and inwardly beautiful; And whose beauty is obvious or hidden. I love women who graciously give— And who sparingly take—women Who selflessly sacrifice and who Willingly pay the price. I love women Of all types—and of all dispositions: Women of poise and refinement; And women of modest, self-effacing, And humble repose. I love women who Are free to go—and who are free to Stay—and women who are free to Spite and loathe, and free to love. I love women who are well-received, And women who are well-spoken of; I love women who are quiet, And women who are bold and strong. I love women who are reflective; And women who are introverted, And from time to time extroverted, too. I love women who sacrifice for their family— And who are kind to strangers— I love women who value their loved ones— And the dignity of others. I love women who are chaste— And exercise self-control; But I also love women who are unrestrained, And who are just full of desire! I love women who think deeply— And sweetly—and act on their ideas, And are entirely in their heads. I love women who are smart and cerebral— And women who are sensual and physical. I love women who are about God, And women who are all about men. I also love women who are pure in heart And in spirit—and women who Are pure in everything else. I love Women who are robust and confident, And are strong and sure—who are full of Self-esteem (and thus love who they are)! I love women who are maternal, And who—if need be—are paternal, too; And women who are protective— And boundlessly affectionate as well. I love women who give a damn! And women who could not care less— I love women who are hotly passionate, And women who can be coldly indifferent. I love women whose laughter is infectious— And whose sense of humor is charming; I love women who can tell off-color jokes That are lambently witty. And women who Laugh at my own feeble jokes Simply because they like my style; I love women who have class— And are paragons of perfect poise. I love women who are committed— And women who are open to a romance— I love women who are in love with their man, And women who are in love with their God. I love women who are diligent on the job, And at the home—and are on top of things, And do not miss a beat: women who know How to relax and unwind—and have some fun After a hard day at work; and are restful And reposed after a Sunday afternoon of Lovemaking and can sleep like a kitten. I love women who are delicately open Like a flower in bloom—or are securely Closed like a vault of treasure; I love women who are beautiful And priceless like a diamond unearthed, And women who are dulcetly Reminiscent of a Beethoven symphony. I love women who are poetry in motion— And women who are a statuette in marble; I love women who are a breath of fresh air: And women who are the epitome of Love— And the embodiment of Grace, The mirror of Beauty, and the model of Wisdom. I love women who inspire me to be a better man, And by being themselves increase my love for them. I love women who stir my love for others, And whose example revives my love for God. I love women for all these reasons above: because I love my grandmother, mother, sister, and all My other female relatives and friends. But mostly, I love them because I am both a Poet and a man.