A woman’s heart is like a fruit,
Ripen fresh and a smelling so sweet,
Needs much tenderness to recruit,
Its tree to be watered unto the root.

It’s like a water lily as it float,
Spreading its leaves to get sunlight,
Can’t stand any type of bitter bait,
But needs much of attention and support.

Its like a couple of hibiscus sepals foot,
Very sensitive to touch can’t stand drought,
Its colours always shinning too bright,
Its value has no any form of a limit.

Its too fragile so can easily break sheet,
One must be careful if handling its slit,
Like glasses its delicate and transparent,
Careless man can’t maintain its shoot.

Changez

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