wisdom from a high school student

a student of mine wrote: a woman is a delicacy

Why? I did not ask them (though I wanted to)

because she is rare?

because she is pure?

because there is something inside you that hungers for her?

because you have to remind yourself not to be hasty, to savor her?

because she is elusive - she only comes to the table on special occasions?

because she becomes a birthday present?

because she is unattainable, something only the rich can afford?

because she deserves more than you can give or because she demands it?

because there is a mystery about her - you’ll never know what she’s made of but you know it’s something sweet and tender?