Woman, what fourth art thou?

Published 12:00 am Tuesday, January 29, 2008

Thou art the essence of feminimity.

Thine eyes defeat the most glorious sunset.

The power of your gaze knows no equal in all the universe. Were the stars to fail, we would not falter, for the gleam in your eyes suffice to guide our path.They enslave us; we are powerless in their midst.

Thy walk captivates us. Your movements are surely not of man’s invention, for they carry us to other worlds. The tilt of your head, the bend in your arms, the curvature of your spine — surely man is incapable of devising such works.

Thy hair is thy crown. It accentuates thy beauty, ever changing, as the wind blows, this way and that, framing thy every charming feature. It is soft to the touch, gliding through ones fingers as silk.

Thy smile incapacitates us. It leaves us speechless, unable to respond to that most innocent of acts. Who can bear it? How can we, mere men, stand before such a display?

Thy skin bewitches us. A simple caress dares break the hardest heart and tears down walls of stone. Its smoothness is like the ocean at dawn; its scent more mesmerizing than Lilac in spring; its touch more powerful than thunderbolts.

Thy voice is enchanting. Its melody enraptures us and carries one to that place we long to be. Its soft murmurings of endearment bid us come to thee; to that place where love abounds and life is of the heart. It brings life where death dwells; it breaks the air and bids the lame to walk.

Thy laughter invigorates the soul. It races through the air, causing flowers to bloom, birds to sing and clouds to dissipate. It drains the pit of despondency and beckons the world to revelry.

Thy presence is magical. At thine entrance, all changes. The room brightens, the air clears and life itself explodes with lustre. Your being likens the sun itself, around which all else revolves, drawn by the gravity of your beauty.

Were the world ours to give, we would but give it to thee alone on silver platter. Let all the earth commemorate, yea, celebrate that day when He said “It is not good for man to be alone.”

Rex alphin is a farmer, businessman and contributing columnist for The Tidewater News. His e-mail address is rexalphin@aol.com.