Lady

Lady seems driven by needless pranks,

Her nose too long for someone who

Never had problems telling the truth

Until love and lust felt the same.

She’d burn the sun if she don’t water rain

Or steady the mountains or set winds loose,

Calling her vulgar might be a bit crude

For grief and joy felt the same.

.

Though after losing ten thousand thorns

And laying her hands on someone’s chest

Her fear will be the death of his greed.

On-lookers will want to feel the warmth

But affinity won’t disperse among the rest,

The poles will clash if the twain will meet.

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