Beauty the weapon to kill the Beast

women the deadliest weapon in my perspective, the only weakness of even the mightiest warriors in our history and in any stories, but still nothing compares to a mother's lullaby the only way a mother could make her child hush, sometimes looking back on my past relationships I often ask myself if it's the beauty of a lady which makes me go crazy? or is it their wits which makes me turn into a slave in every word that they say? is it their lovely words, their voice or maybe the way they look into men like me with their gentle look which makes some of us melt like ice, or maybe it's the way they use force smartly and uncanny, well i guess knowing what's within a woman's thoughts is a secret never to be revealed for men like me.

I've been told that to understand a lady is to listen to her patiently and try to understand her feelings towards a certain event, person, idea, fashion style, hairstyle, shoes, books, dishes so that you would know what, how, and when to drop those famous three words, I never believed it but as usual curiosity kills an imbecile so in as much as possible i do those things unfortunately it backfires and some of the ladies I know treat me as their brother, some as their bodyguard or even worst as one of the third sex which pisses me off and make me avoid them as much as possible, honestly hearing their opinions amazes me because some views which I personally think would suffice a decision seems to look smaller whenever they tell their side, It's just amazing how they could make impossible things seem to be so easy like snapping a finger, or sometimes how they could make even the toughest kick-ass person act like a gentleman just to please them.

Sometimes I misjudge them for being so playful and immature which often leads into heartache and plenty of unwanted tears, I guess sometimes men would never try to broaden their understanding for them which leads to petty fights and unwanted separations, come to think of it the fact that we are all unique may be one of the stepping stones in understanding them, but still with that as a basis to know them more would never be sufficient to understand and to think like them, I'm not trying to be a love doctor but maybe it's the differences which makes men and women be the ultimate pair in this world.

Sometimes I wanted to ask my sisters about their ideas and experiences about their perception towards male but I am sure that they would just piss me off by telling me that we're all the same, probably a bunch of cowards who makes them cry, or maybe users as some of them would think of how we use them as objects to show-off in front of our friends, until now I'm thinking about the right words to ask them but the courage isn't there yet! somehow with my lady friends bit by bit knowing them makes the puzzle be more easier to break, maybe I'm just to fascinated with the glittering lamp of knowledge that even those a simple man couldn't know I am there trying to crack it up, trying to expose it, maybe this is what makes life beautiful some things are left to be unknown, some are left to be secrets, some are left to be forgotten, but maybe someday i could understand them more and with one of them i could finally dance my last and endless waltz.