“ A Woman ”
Within her burns passion akin to a blazing fire,
She is but an angel with a warrior’s attire.
With righteous command and famed ire,
She is the heart of man’s desire.
Within her lie secrets and taverns entire,
She is hidden in the lilting notes of a lyre.
With dainty hands; and a beautiful smile,
The workforce of a thousand yet she
With a heart of gold; eyes a soulful sapphire,
She is a soldier — who only death retires.
A nurturer, a protector in situations dire,
She is a woman; sculpted by great trial.HH
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