This subject celebrated by legions of eyes,
Yet none to decipher her, O sigh!
That smile that unarms even the wise,
O woman, thou art a treasure in disguise.
Yet, who’s treasure shall I name thee, O Dear,
So oft has claws of possession wronged thy mane,
How uninitiated are those jeering seers,
Who seek to grasp the wind, alas in vain.
Valorous at the door yet vulnerable at the window,
Daring at war, yet gracious on the floor (dance floor)
Loving to the cradle, yet stoic at vow,
Beauty in the skin, the interior hath filled with lore.
