"what a Women Is Made of "(Part One)
i am, from the newest of born clay
made of my mother's earth
to be molded
and not to be played with
i am, the pain of glass
made of sand
to block the wind
to be looked though
and never meant
to be broken
i am from the small crust of bread
made of the smallest grain
bake in the hottest of suns
and not meant to be shared
i am, from the oldest of rain drops
made of heaven first tears
to wash and refresh
with essence of water
and perception of , thousands years
made to love only you
to kiss only you
soft and ready
only for you
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