When a man loves a woman
**When a man loves a woman**
He toils under the sun and rain that there may be fight between the pestle When a man loves a woman Her heart is a holy book a page of which nothing shall detache; Her smile, a perfect substitute for the sun at a Misty dawn When a man loves a woman He pluck the sun with leprous fingers and spites the face of a gloomy night; He blows off a wild fire with the saliva of compassion And hide the moon behind The curtain of his eyes And when a man loves a woman He dares to trek on the sea and fetch sand of treasure; He weathers the storm of trials and makes a home for her where unity is a rain falling and falling without ceasing
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