Never an original
Thought comes to mind
For centuries since 
The beginning of time
So common it is
Now a stereotype 
A woman on spying
A love new and true
Is believed so little
Because of her youth
Particularly when
The one whom affected
Is wiser so knows
Fleeting feelings persuade
A woman resists taking
Younger as lovers
Yet men seem to know
What a good thing this is
If only said woman
Could see her own beauty
Not wonder how any
Adores as she is
Women love women
For all of their lines
Boundaries upheld
Battles survived
Soft touch renders
Familial places
Kind eyes and tender
Lips speak of her graces