woman and world
Published: 14-06-2015 - Last Edited: 07-11-2022
London-based creative entrepreneur and writer, traveler instagram : @redrougesummer
a short tale on passion
She swirls, hungry, impatient, like a tropical storm.
She passes through the world, she leaves no stone unturned.
Her eyes bear witness to wonders of the world,
past and present,
fallen and resurrected.
Her skin, ardent, glows like embers,
She tastes like sand and sea salt altogether,
And like an oyster she gives birth to secrets.
She looks at chaos and bestows peace,
her heart pounds like a profound cave.
‘Stubborn child!’ they say ‘Who will love you?
What man wants a dust storm as their wife? Your impetuousness
will destroy your home.’
But just as not every man is fit to be a great sailor,
not every man comes to the ocean willing and able.
He who shall have her, shall be possessed enough
by his love for her, to leave everything else on the shore.
She will then embrace him into her ardor
and appoint him over nations.
He shall be praised and recognized.
For in gaining her love only, he will have gained the world
and the world shall be their home.
For a man is only as good
and his ambitions are only as potent
as the woman he chooses.
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