TO THAT WOMAN

From his ribs,
You were created,
And you never cease,
To be a rear virtue,
Yes you are,
Indeed a rear creature,
That must be adore at all cost.

What else can explain,
That kindness that surrounds your heart,
Who else can abhor,
Those endless pains,
If not you.
A fertile land without any earth are you,
That keep on producing.

Behind every successful man,
There lies a woman's effort,
But for real, you are wonderfully created,
That must be celebrated always.

Written and composed by
Mighty Pen