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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