What sir mix alot meant to say

There is so much beauty to be beheld from a woman, as their soul is pure and true, The power of their primitive beauty, can reach unearthed depths, as deep as the sea is blue. Their minds are forever solidified, as their spirits roam freely and about, No other being can match a women’s psyche, as its complexity shines so radiantly, forever stiff and stout. The compassion of a women’s tender heart, could touch the untouchables of a wounded spirit, A woman’s doings often mirror those tender intuitions, yet those strangers to the rule will find it hard not to fear it. With inner and outer glory glowing like the faces of sprouting carnations, Their humble yearnings overcloud rough patches, tickling the scratch with soft sensations, and when meek curiosities are followed and preached by scentless libations, Their outer shell cracks, commencing slow peaks to startling realizations. You see, when concerning women, men do not see what a naturalistic entity would initially spot, So they focus their attention on other attractions, never pointing out what the last man did not. Attractions, such as an abundance of plumped and stuffed exterior parts, Mentally, yet not purposefully, distract the man from what’s within the heart. These plump and robust parts that protrude and poke out, Vividly paint a picture, for the men who need to see what its all about, Even though, women don’t like to act like they like to show it off, even though, most really try Men really don’t give a damn, because they like it, and they can not lie.