If ever love be given a name
Tis you that befits its claim
Like a fierce lioness that leaps at prey
You plunge at those that dare say
A word against your fragile kind
So beautiful and bright of mind.
You know the plight of women folk
How they suffer the inevitable yoke,
Bestowed upon them by the Almighty
They bow and kneel with all propriety
So humble innocent and pliable in love
Like a downy owl or beloved dove
You symbol of faith, loyalty and sense
Incarnation of decency and honor in essence
With you we men value our worth
You are the gem, the Loral of our earth.