SHE
She smiles with all her colours,
And protects with the thorns.
Like an Arabian perfume, she smells,
Sometimes she stinks, just like the rebels.
She dances like a child, but can hold one,
She is the gloomy, coated with fun.
She falls with her despair,
But as a constant, always she grows.
She grows like those tiny blossoms
Without care, but ready to love.
She is the strongest with weakest bosom,
Occasionally the Eagle, always the Dove...
And protects with the thorns.
Like an Arabian perfume, she smells,
Sometimes she stinks, just like the rebels.
She dances like a child, but can hold one,
She is the gloomy, coated with fun.
She falls with her despair,
But as a constant, always she grows.
She grows like those tiny blossoms
Without care, but ready to love.
She is the strongest with weakest bosom,
Occasionally the Eagle, always the Dove...