A woman's essence is a fireball of feminity-
With streaks of masculinity across her spirit-
With the weight of life perched on her gentle shoulders-
he leads mankind to tomorrow
Nature and the elements are a part of heart
She floats and feels like the water
Like the fire, she blazes the world
But like the earth, she is a mother.
Moderation isn't in her self
She is a complex web of contradictions
Sophistication is the color of her aura
Sometimes it's just too much for the world.
We go by many names
We go through many ways I see myself in her,
steadfast and strong
Always a woman.