|"la llorona", Maria Cristina|
I am a stranger to the flower sitting in the gentle hands of a woman who only has eyes for the man refusing to appreciate her priceless values.
How I wish I could comfort her from the bitter tears falling with sadness from her pretty, swollen eyes.
As I meditate on life and love, I cannot help but wonder about this woman who seems to have spent more days in pain and sorrow than in happiness with the man she accepted as her lover.
Foolish is the man who forgets what a woman means to his heart, his desires and to the earth!
Life and love are meaningless without the beauty and existence of a woman in the naked arms of a man, in the presence of children or among blooming flowers.
A woman is the queen of all flowers and the greatest inspiration man has ever known or will ever know in this stream of time.
A woman is the ultimate reason why I fall to my knees tearfully whenever I observe her beauty being disrespected by a man too blind to see she is the Almighty's most beautiful and precious creation.