am a woman with female power.
Your beautiful bride, so radiant!
I have used my mother-nature (power)
To achieve my goals.
The power that is carefully crafted
To prepare my nest for your lust.
My nest is fertile with fecund love.
It makes you lame and tame.
My beauty makes your brain
To take French leave.
To you love is blind;
Love to me is not blind,
It has tepid eyes with a vision for night
A clear vision for the day.
Your love for me is temporary insanity
Being cured by our marriage.
Oh! My suitor-in-lust.
Love is blind to your best interests.
My love for you is far from being insane,
I am anything but a fool or blind
To my own interests, I see my wants!
My mother had thought me in her womb
All weapons I need to arrest a man's love.
I subsumed myself to unearth you
In the parallel universe.
And to all codes, I need after my cradle
To make my man's heart my slave-nest.
I have your emotional attachment
In my custody. I train my man to cord
His feelings insuperably from my body (lust).
I have conditioned, confined and sentenced you
To the prison of love;
As long as you crave for my body.
Contrary to the normal norm,
You chased me around until I caught you.
You are firmly in my grip and confinement.
As you have lost your freedom.
My nest is for you to dwell
For as long as you lust me.
My own love for you is a smoke
Made with the fume of a sigh.
I have solid weapons at my disposal.
Lust, love, romance and motherly care.
Each is potent with a unique purpose
To embellish my nest and tame you.
Lust is an emotional disease,
That metastasizes you to crave
For me at all or any cost.
Love is an instrument that cords
Your feelings with my smitten-nest
And addicts you to my body (lust)
Romance beclouds your sense
Of judgment to discern
My hanky-panky with you.
Motherly care is a marital buffer,
That makes marriage lasts forever.
On our wedding day,
Your smile was naturally authentic;
As you danced away ignorantly
To the celebration of your own defeat.
After our nuptial at false-synagogue,
As we both dance to your vanquish,
I saw empathy on the faces
Of men who had been married
Before you, as I kissed you
In the full glare of the crowd,
I laughed out loud inside of me
And soliloquized joyfully to my mind;
That the fool is firmly in my nest-slave.
I can use him the way I want eternally
The fool has lost his freedom to me,
As long as he lusts me.
Woe! unto woman with no power
To command men's weak power.
Woman power is strong, gentle,
Kind and lovingly mischievous.
Women who know how to use
Their existential and natural power
Rule the (men's) world.
Happy Valentine Day to you my naiveté.