When God was shaping Eve of clay

When God was shaping Eve of clay,
His brow was damp, at close of day,
An angel, passing in the air,
Observed His toil and burdened care.

'Tell me, oh Lord, I beg you please,
Why labor thus with such unease?
Is woman's form so intricate,
That day and night You dedicate?'

God sighed, 'Her details must align,
Like clockwork perfect, intertwine.
She must be stronger far than steel,
And beauty's essence she must reveal!

She must adapt to every bend,
On any given food depend,
And she must go non stop
With unlimited source in her, she won't stop!'

'She'll scrub and sew and cook with grace,
Keep tidy every single place,
Raise children with a tender heart,
And cherish her man, right from the start,
All with just one pair of hands!'

The angel touched her soft, smooth skin,
And cried, 'A miracle within!
A texture like no other found,
So delicate, so pure, profound!'

'Tell me, oh Lord, I beg you please,
Why labor thus with such unease?
Is woman's form so intricate,
That day and night You dedicate?'

'But fear no weakness,' God declared,
'For her loved ones, she's prepared,
To fight like lions, fierce and bold,
A mother's love, a story told!
Protect them all at any cost!'

The angel saw a glistening tear,
'What's this?' he asked, consumed by fear,
'Those are her tears,' God gently sighed,
'For joy and sorrow, deep inside.

She's helpless when her feelings flow,
For any reason, tears will show,
For broken hearts and love so true,
When her soul sings, they shimmer through!'

The angel knelt, in reverence deep,
'You are a genius! Secrets keep!
Eve is perfection, truly made,
The finest work You have displayed!'

'Tell me, oh Lord, I beg you please,
Why labor thus with such unease?
Is woman's form so intricate,
That day and night You dedicate?'

God smiled, 'One flaw I will impart,
A trait she'll struggle to restart -
Forever, she will fail to see,
The boundless worth inside of she!'

And so, she serves with strength and might,
A warrior woman, shining bright,
She tames the chaos, calms the storm,
On her strong shoulders, safe and warm,
The whole world rests, day and night.

So send this tale, for all to see,
To every woman, wild and free,
That they remember, every hour,
The beauty, strength, and inner power!
And send it to the men as well,
So they know what a miracle they can tell.

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