Sonnet 20

They ask for much; eternal love, not tender but ever lasting
For a man to call them and whisper ‘I love you’ at night
A long relationship that’s both passionate and romantic
Few roses, chocolates and even a poem for us to write
They fall on our chests, just as dew does to the grass
And if on tears they fall apart, our hearts slowly break
To be shattered on the act, just as concrete hit by glass
But we do think of them, every morning when we wake
We’d banish the nightingales if their songs would bother
By their sweet soft sounds at love making dark hours
Or if the sun wasn’t shiny enough, we would create another
If winter was too sad, we would drag spring with all its flowers
Because when you feel their kiss or love, you also feel heavenly blessed
And you just know it right away; in this world of pain, women are the best.