the vanity in Life.. how it affects woman.. and her relation with men

while they test the powers of allure, and tease the charms of desire.. and dance about the flames of passions..and play hide and seek with temptations..
such of much...about life swiftly blows like a sandstorm about her.. and the path is wiped away.. and she moves about like in the desert sands.. seeking a trail or tracks that may symbolize a road.. and days do come and days do go..

some find themselves wanting to be many things, but some spend their time choosing no thing.. and such is the magic of a young woman spread about in thin-ness... playing tag with hearts.. dancing about as if one is just sticking pins in a map.. and confused about all the destinations it shows.

wondering what is love, and looking in all corners of life.. when much of love stand before her.. somewhat like a tree, but she see these forest.. and overlook the tree.. she desires many things, but wants nothing.. but feels she is in need of something.. they shop.. not just in stores but in the game of people.. such is called dating..
the allure of being alluring can feed a vanity that denies the much she is.. whiles she sizes and measures herself against many who move in the crowds about her..

today seeking popularity, tomorrow trying hard to find reasons to give her clarity.. and such magic of the love that approach her is brushed away.. as if it's a speck on lenses of her rose colored shades.. time creeps, the make up runs, and painted faces weeps.. some implant, parts not natural to her being, some alter noses.. as they walk but forget to stop and smell the roses..

today she sees a family and starts to smile, looking at babies but feeling she must wait a while.. she wants and want not a child.. but time moves along all the while.. such is the chase .. within what is said to be fashion.. today.. tomorrow..what's in and what's out of style.. seem to drive her and make her moody and sometimes even wild.. temperament changing like the whims of a child.

when temptations beck and call..she wants over and over to be told you love her.. cause the loudness of temptations call she's knows shes tempted to forgo all ..she wants to be re-assured, as the call is about to make her fall..

love pings and the phones don't ring..the reverse of her sting has caught her in her own thing..
many have gone the path.. of not thinking love through.. a few years past and they say.. they married for the wrong reason, could it really be the reason.. or just an act of emotional treason.

when they leave .. shattered glass on the floor.. the other lawns look greener, the grass is tall .. she watered not the one she had, that's all.. and may not water the new one too... but what you gonna do..if she stays, she's left you too. waiting for the great escape.. once she set it in her mind to do.

and so goes days and years... and time can be cruel.. for it makes all young women.. change in view and what they do.. the years do change all .. as it will you too.. so much has consumed so many... it could do the same to you..

shall you know when to grasp love when love is choosing you.