I love women. I adore them.
None in high esteem of me they
Reciprocate, love back the same
Clam I am happy night and day.
Yes women hate me too, I earn.
Made me aware, no uncertain
Terms oblivious as well, find, learn
Red carnations bouquet, again.
In this life the nano time we share
No room for minute abrasive grains.
We row, row over the waves to shore
Nine muses or not, loving remains.
Quatrain massaged from a rough quick response to a friend talking about
women, the difficult life they endure. First person singular not me but
men in general.