Grace and virtue, combined in a form; a vision of beauty, so tender and warm.
Created so man, would not be alone; out of man's rib, out of man's bone.
Her secrets are hidden, so none can reveal; what she is thinking, or how does she feel.
She wants to be loved, and with respect, to be greeted; with full equal rights, she wants to be treated.
She'll give full devotion, to a man, whose love is real; who pays attention to her, and how she does feel.
Sweetness and joy, to the man, will she give; she will become, his reason to live.
A man loves a woman, because he sees within her; all the good things, he wishes he were.
So he makes her his own, her goodness, he needs; from him, she gets wisdom, his face, she does read.
But really, no wisdom, from him, does she see; cause deep within, she's wiser than he.
And really no goodness, gets he, from his love; cause his goodness is given, from his Father above.
But the magical attraction, they have for each other; is the glue of heaven, that keeps them together.
So God bless the woman, man's partner and reason; who bears all the children, and makes this world pleasing.
Cause without the woman, man would be all alone; and the house that he lives in, would not be a home.
So be good to the woman, with tenderness and song; how empty you will feel, after she's gone.
Thank God for the woman, the blessing for man; she gives from her heart, all that she can.