Adam's exultation

The siren call of woman's songs
Gives man the peace for which he longs,
And calms his fear, and on this sphere
Confirms to him that he belongs.

For man is sometimes deaf; his ear,
Attuned to duty, may not hear
The sound of grace, life's warm embrace,
Without a woman singing near.

The world seems vulgar, harsh, and base,
A comfortless, confining space;
The ceaseless noise his sense annoys
Without a woman's voice or face.

But long can man maintain his poise
Despite deception, ruse, and ploys,
When he, rejoicing, makes the choice
To hear the song of woman's voice.

I wrote this at the end of January 2002. This is a slightly modified version.