Thy womb is a garden.
Thy heart is a diamond.
Many have tried to shatter it but they’ve failed.
It doesn’t only forgive but also loves.
It does what they are unable to do.

Look at them.
He left, you stayed.
You sweated and made
not only a home, but a palace.

You’re so precious, dear woman.
Not many can do what you do, but you can.
Look at those sacrifices you made
for those who in your precious garden grow.

Dear woman,
why ain’t those others like you?