3 verses for 3 dubious ladies

I just do not yet quite grasp you. Your always out of reach. I wish someone would get the nerve and one day start to teach a course in WOMAN 101! Although I don’t know when… The problem being this of course: First One must comprehend. Does it please you, child of Eve, to taunt my fragile mind? What odd peculiarity to thwart all of Man-kind with but a wink or well aimed smile that hits between our eyes. A modern day Helen of Troy delivers my demise: The promise of eternal love with ruby blooms adorned. The box however when unwrapped is decked in pointy thorns. A mumbled, jumbled, crazy mess. Is this to be my norm? But whose to say you can be read? Is this chaos Love’s true form? I’ve given up to try and clear my now disheveled head. Confuse me more, but just don’t go as we lie on Hera’s bed.