Whats a woman without her moods?
Sometimes tangy, sometimes subdued.
The myriad hues,
Which transform without a clue,
From a dazzling smile,
To a frown, that can kill a lie.
The twinkling eyes,
In moments, can turn into sighs,
From the highest highs,
That can make one fly,
To the lows so low,
That are worse than dying.
The robust words,
Bursting in herds,
Can easily be followed,
By a deathly silence,
That can leave one hallowed.
A woman is magic,
Sometimes taking too dearly,
Things that are not even tragic.
But if adversity arrives,
She looks it in the eye,
Challenging, beckoning, rather threatening;
She finds her peace,
Keeping troubles at a crease,
Life she can tease,
Without any appease,
Nothing makes her cease!
Going on, with her head held high,
With her emotions conqured,
None of her moods should be tampered,
Herself, she can allow to be pampered,
For she lives, by her own example.
Love a woman,
Find her cute,
For whats a woman,
Without her moods!
