She was a fiery being,
A curious creation of Nature.
She owned a peculiar constitution,
A combination of a tenacious mind and a fragile heart.
Her depravity could never undermine her generosity;
Her tribulations could never repel her vivacity.
Her imperfections were numerous,
Her flaws unavoidable,
But visible to the mortal eye only when she bequeathed them to be.
She was her own master, her own tyrant.
Her morals were self-created;
Her virtues self-defined.
She was a weaver of tales,
A gambler of words,
A gnome of facts,
The Goddess of ideas.
Her promises were maliciously false;
Her lies were brutally true.
Never was any substance made or discovered to extinguish her existential fire.
She had that blazing fire in her with which she could light up the whole universe to posterity,
But she rather loved the darkness and the haunting night.
Her eyes were tragic but never tired; They asked puzzling riddles to people and confounded their virile notions.
She hypnotized the sun with them while in one of her mischievous moods.
Her hair always clung to her bosom
As if veiling the thousand secrets and affections agglomerated in her opaque heart,
From the harsh sight of the world.
She heartily laughed at her own woes,
She played with their whims.
They admired her wit and frame.
She could bring tides in their blood.
They felt feeble and exposed in her company.
She was inherently expert in the art of destruction,
But she fortunately took pity on the wretched world.
She admired the stillness of the sea,
But she always travelled like gushing waterfalls
And annihilated everything that dared block her way.
She was neither afraid nor ashamed of anything.
She celebrated her existence each day.
She built castles of courage in her heart's territory each night.
She was proud of her sex, her body and her passions.
She could lie dauntlessly between her Past and Future because she herself was her 'Present'-
The beautiful, certain Present.
'Complaisance'? She never could fathom this word.
She was wild and reckless;
Unconquerable, untameable.
She was "The Woman".
A curious creation of Nature.
She owned a peculiar constitution,
A combination of a tenacious mind and a fragile heart.
Her depravity could never undermine her generosity;
Her tribulations could never repel her vivacity.
Her imperfections were numerous,
Her flaws unavoidable,
But visible to the mortal eye only when she bequeathed them to be.
She was her own master, her own tyrant.
Her morals were self-created;
Her virtues self-defined.
She was a weaver of tales,
A gambler of words,
A gnome of facts,
The Goddess of ideas.
Her promises were maliciously false;
Her lies were brutally true.
Never was any substance made or discovered to extinguish her existential fire.
She had that blazing fire in her with which she could light up the whole universe to posterity,
But she rather loved the darkness and the haunting night.
Her eyes were tragic but never tired; They asked puzzling riddles to people and confounded their virile notions.
She hypnotized the sun with them while in one of her mischievous moods.
Her hair always clung to her bosom
As if veiling the thousand secrets and affections agglomerated in her opaque heart,
From the harsh sight of the world.
She heartily laughed at her own woes,
She played with their whims.
They admired her wit and frame.
She could bring tides in their blood.
They felt feeble and exposed in her company.
She was inherently expert in the art of destruction,
But she fortunately took pity on the wretched world.
She admired the stillness of the sea,
But she always travelled like gushing waterfalls
And annihilated everything that dared block her way.
She was neither afraid nor ashamed of anything.
She celebrated her existence each day.
She built castles of courage in her heart's territory each night.
She was proud of her sex, her body and her passions.
She could lie dauntlessly between her Past and Future because she herself was her 'Present'-
The beautiful, certain Present.
'Complaisance'? She never could fathom this word.
She was wild and reckless;
Unconquerable, untameable.
She was "The Woman".
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