George Wootton and the True Value of a Woman's Worth 💖

None abacus nor ancient text can cipher nor explain <br />the total worth or particle of the consummate of man’s name. <br />The woe of man is loneliness; no wealth of gold can ease <br />none but the smile of woman the heart of man can please. <br /> <br />What is the worth of flowers in spring, the warmth of summer rain? <br />Could man contend with darkness, could he at all withstand the pain? <br />Could passion’s kiss or cleavage bare by gold alone be matched? <br />Could man’s desires be satisfied by an earthly treasure cache? <br /> <br />To feel the warmth of humbled arms and yielded body quaking <br />could ner’e compare with treasures cold and lifeless stones forsaking. <br />Does gold have heart to tell a man of his bravery and prowess; <br />to feed the ego that gives him strength to battle for success? <br /> <br />Nay! But gold makes fat and useless the character of man <br />and rots a hole where once was soul where God and woman stand. <br />A woman’s worth could ner’e be told for the wisest of man attempted <br />but failure gripped king Solomon, no answer for question tendered. <br /> <br />She has no equal from birth to death, for man she is his crown <br />to treasure more than life itself, to God and man be bound. <br />The worth of any treasure is its significance to man, <br />my woman is my treasure as heart to heart we stand.<br /><br />George Wootton<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-woman-s-worth/