Oh, the enigma of woman, a puzzle so grand,
A creature of contradictions, a mystery unplanned.
Her desires, her whims, a tempestuous sea,
Shifting and changing, a riddle to me.
She cries out for freedom, for space to roam free,
Yet craves constant attention, a love that's decree.
A man without fortune, she'll quickly discard,
But a man too focused, she'll find it too hard.
She moans with sweet passion, yet claims she's in pain,
Demands continuation, then begs to refrain.
In labor's fierce throes, vows never to bear,
Yet a few days later, she begs for a share.
Her heart may reject, a proposal untold,
But a second attempt, a story to unfold.
She'll chase after freedom, then yearn for a bond,
A paradox wrapped in a puzzle, beyond.
Is it the nature of woman, a force to be tamed?
Or a spirit untamed, a fire unnamed?
We search for the answer, the truth yet concealed,
In the depths of her heart, where secrets are revealed.
But one thing is certain, through joy and through strife,
Her contradictions are part of the beauty of life.
So let us embrace her, this enigma profound,
And revel in the mystery, forever unbound.
©Nov. 2024
Emmanuel K. Doga
[Prof. DEK]
