A woman's love can be a kitchen prison with
which palm-oil smoke are the bars.
She cuts purple colored onions
and sheds red-eyed tears.
As she pours, she slices,
stirs,
waits,
and hope there's just about enough
salt to make everything tasty,
like it's all her responsibility.

A woman's love is like her black purse
filled with useless paper and pens and
business cards. She can only use cash:
there's little else she can remember all
the time.
She worries too much about it.
Throw them all in the trash,
but don't.
You might want to use those someday
so keep them in. Stuffed and
fluffy and all. The fuller
the better.
It makes her feel
womanly.

A woman's love is like
concrete.
Sometimes you can't tell it's there
even when it's obvious.
It's too hidden in the street
filled with everything else.
But you can notice it a bit
when that red and blue moss
flower tinily peeps
out from its crack.

A woman's love is like
this:
Don't try to understand it.

Sure Nnenna1 , a woman will fall for a man because she likes his looks. But for a woman, liking a man's looks often means she likes the look in his eye when he looks at her.

And what's that look? Not dumb adoration, but total focus - - total attention to what she's saying, sensitivity to her moods, awareness of her needs. Most women are fed up with hotshot guys who spend the whole evening talking about themselves and scanning the room for other attractive women.

Every woman wants to be the centre of attention. If that's her experience with you -- a man who remains totally engaged in conversation with her, unaffected by the gorgeous girl at the next table, she'll find it irresistible. She'll want to see you again, and she won't care if you're not the most attractive guy around.

Really paying attention covers everything from putting her orgasm before yours to putting the toilet seat back down. It means thinking of her and making sure she's comfortable. It means taking out the trash and being gallant enough to lift anything that looks heavy -- even if she's perfectly capable of lifting it herself. That's not the point. The point is that you care enough to do it.

a woman"s love -are diamond