The heart is often confused with what should be right and what is indeed wrong . Your conscience rings in your head like your favorite song. The breathe of life is gift that we so often defile. Your body is a monument that doesn't stay new after all this time. I perceive a woman and contemplate on her thoughts. Other men look at her and say "she's hot". An odd manner to describe her beauty with this generation and trend. I look around and no longer find anymore gentlemen. A woman believes chivalry is dead and extinct. Us men have left them about us so little to think. A woman is to be flattered and told how beautiful she might be. Not everyone has an eye for that kind of quality. You look at her body and judge her by her looks. I searched but never found that perception in any religious books. You hold a door open for her to walk in she smiles and displays her gratitude as such. It's your gesture that isn't much, man was created to stand by a woman's side. Be it your mother, sister, girlfriend or even your bride. I watch the media talk about the savagery of man. Molestation and forceful behavior was never part of any plan. A woman is gentle and needs to be cared. Alas!! You now go close to one and she petrified and scared. A few daring and a few timid and meek. A woman's scornful vengence you wouldn't want to seek. Men need to understand that a woman is precious and needs to be treated that way. Without a woman everyone would be gay. No pun intended to my friends on the other side of the fence. It's an illustration of recompense.
Written and composed by
Timothy Justin Rudolph Rodricks
