Women as a whole are works of beauty.
Compassion is their right given by blood.
Passionate lives speak to me in one voice.
Noble acts are inspired by honor.
Gentle regard fills me with quiet peace.
My heart was captured by their siren song.
Women stir the depths of my soul with song.
I pray for those who are blind to beauty.
Open eyes and hearts will lead us to peace.
Love is the cooling balm for man's hot blood.
Chaste maid's virtue given is high honor.
To my love of women I give full voice.
True love speaks to the heart with God's own voice.
Soul-stirring and profound is heaven's song.
A devout man's duty is to honor.
Loving hearts see no fault, only beauty.
God's love paid for our sins with Christ's blood.
We strive to do as did the Prince of Peace.
Woman's regard can give a sense of peace.
To that emotion poetry gives voice.
Sometimes conflict is ended by spilt blood.
Lonely souls lament with heartbreaking song.
Savage natures can be stilled by beauty.
Deceit stands not in defense of honor.
Vows of love preclude a vow of honor.
Submission is the only route to peace.
Life is not worth giving up for beauty.
Distrust whispers with a compelling voice.
Whispers become a crescendo of song.
Bruised and broken hearts bitterly weep blood.
Even our freedom is stained with blood.
Wars are fought over a woman's honor.
Patriotism sings the victor's song.
At woman's bosom the victor finds peace.
In time even the defeated find voice.
Battles are waged for the sake of beauty.
Written in blood, history forsakes peace.
You honor yourself by giving love voice.
Love's inner song is expressed in beauty.
Now and forever my heart hears ~one voice~.
[This message has been edited by DreamEvil (edited 09-26-1999).]