The Beauty of a Woman

She teaches her children never to hate That to love and be loved is life’s greatest joy And that no matter what, at the end of each day She’s thankful and can rejoice — even while struggling Oh how it takes creativity to make a dollar when she’s only given 15 cents — but still she arises A woman’s beauty is as delicate as a rose Yet still men love to hate She teaches her children not to destroy when they can create And they can still find joy, in the struggles, of every day When she knows there have been better days Show your appreciation with a dozen roses Stick by her side, even when it’s a struggle Don’t cheat, lie, steal, or hate And understand that she needs no man to be joyous In order to impress her you must be creative A little bit of creativity Could make her whole day Showing her you care, will bring her joy And if a fight arises Her flaw might be to hate Winning her back will be a struggle Not born a princess, she only knows struggle Yet she teaches love and creativity Never hate; For each of her days, Spent like the last — striving to be in a bed of roses And still filled with so much joy And when she’s gone, she’ll leave rejoiced Knowing that she struggled to turn weeds to roses but she did it with charm and creativity At the end of her days, You’ll know her for her beauty charm and grace — and still they’ll hate They’ll wonder, how could such a woman arise with elegance and joy Looking for a future different from the daily struggles of today The hatred in her heart when our children would rather kill than to create