A concept called LOVE

LOVE...
A concept that varies from man to woman.

For a man:

Such a fair dame,
Maketh me wonder,
What'll be her name?

Rebecca, Madonna, perhaps Cinderella?
Oh, such a beauty,
She may even be Isabella.

She's simple and pure,
Shy yet cautious,
Hence not easy to lure.

Untouched by another,
She trusts easily,
She's just like her mother.

Beauteous yet no pride,
Modestly dressed,
Bosom, arms and legs she hides.

A perfect bride,
Fitting to my stature,
Oh love! Now you can preside.

For a woman:

My mother is unwell,
She doesn't express it,
But I can tell.

My father has problems at work,
He doesn't show it,
But the eerie tension lurks.

My brother is sad,
His studies are lagging,
But I know he's not doing that bad.

My lover is at the gate,
He's anxious. He proposed,
My answer he awaits.

My husband is home,
He got the sack,
I can't for a moment leave him alone.

My hungry babe awakes,
I'm tired, its late in the night,
Yet I cry hearing his shrill wails.

I love not myself,
But those around me,
For they are my life,
It is for them that I'm alive.