The power she holds with no grip
You see the beauty she possesses and doesn't need to strip
She is the queen and her king
She doesn't need a ring
She can't even sing
But the melody in her voice makes you swoop off your feet
With no one to meet
The time is always in her hands
She always runs some errands
She is faster than the speed of light
And be careful she can bite
What kind of woman is she?
I guess it will always remain a mystery

© Mandy Tee