Woman of my world

 

The woman of my world defies frailties

Her beauties know not bewitching

Her intelligence knows not shamming.

She blooms in puddles and marshes desolate

Sculpted for devout worship.

Muscles toned by hard labour 

She runs the race, unfazed

Shoulders broadened by love

She bears burdens, unasked

Hands roughened by service

She holds promises, undisclosed

Feet hardened by care

She walks the stubble, unaccompanied.

Her Heart fastened to hope

Beats the blues unrequited

Her Spirit blazoned by sacrifice

Soars dizzy heights unruffled.

She wants not, needs not 

Like the Wild she grows unbowed.

 

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