Understanding the Mystery of a Woman’s Being

Figuring out her mystery, bit by bit

They say a woman’s like math, precise yet complex,

Full of tricky problems and puzzles to perplex.

Some say she’s a watch, ticking in time,

With each moment unique, like a rhythm or rhyme.

One man tried to write a book, ‘How to Understand,’

But all he could say was, ‘Sorry, I can’t!’

The pages stayed blank, with nothing to share,

For a woman’s heart is beyond compare.

A friend of mine married three times in three ways,

Three cultures, three tongues, in life’s winding path.

But even with love, across countries and speech,

Understanding her? Still just out of reach.

The truth, my friend, is simple and sweet,

Understanding her isn’t a task to complete.

She’s not a riddle to solve or a clock to unwind,

But a beautiful mystery, one of a kind.

So don’t try to unlock every part,

Just enjoy the journey and follow your heart

In her laughter and love, let your soul find its rest,

For loving a woman is truly life’s best test.