She is so beautiful

She is so beautiful,

she is like a flower,

it is certainly her power.

She is like a lily.

So what that she is silly?

Is her beauty happiness?

No, it's her emptiness.

If her beauty hasn't a soul

it's just a dole.

But... a man's excitement

comes into his own;

the sweetest dreams his mind has grown.

Who loves intelligent woman?

Why should we solve this charade?

He'll better go and watch

the beauties parade.

If she had just a bit less of brain

then she could get a reward

and his love could remain.

That beautiful doll can only giggle.

She can't hear a fiddle.

It's too hard for her to understand

how a man appeared on this Land.

Yes, a man loves intelligent woman

but just to be his friend.

It looks as he is afraid

to loose his world of freedom

and be band.

Is her intelligence happiness?

No. It's just her loneliness.

She doesn't ask God for more.

What for?

She would like to gather some wisdom

so that sometimes

to look like a fool

and play different games

without any rule.

poem by Larisa Rzhepishevska
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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