This is a woman,
A journey of life;
To have, to keep,
To love or despise,
To leave, to try,
For no reason why.
If she made you strong
She made you cry.
If she gave you breath
Her feet, your sky.
She isn't a dance,
She is the fire.
She isn't a song,
She is desire.
She may be your hope,
Your every wish,
Your need to rule,
To be dismissed.
Judge her not
For what she wants,
Her needs, her fonts,
For what she won't.
But what she will
Is love you well
Her body yours
Her soul as well.
A journey of life;
To have, to keep,
To love or despise,
To leave, to try,
For no reason why.
If she made you strong
She made you cry.
If she gave you breath
Her feet, your sky.
She isn't a dance,
She is the fire.
She isn't a song,
She is desire.
She may be your hope,
Your every wish,
Your need to rule,
To be dismissed.
Judge her not
For what she wants,
Her needs, her fonts,
For what she won't.
But what she will
Is love you well
Her body yours
Her soul as well.
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