Woman

Look at her ....

Feral.

The type of flower that still grows after a forest fire

Not just existing, but living.

Walking like a queen, or like she doesn't care who the queen is

Wearing moonlight like lingerie, making gentle the wild oceans of your soul

Dressing up to stare at her reflection in windows as she passes by

Preferring a sword over a crown

Giving the cold wind, chills.

Regal.

The granddaughter of witches they couldn't burn

Reckless mind, rebel heart

Hurricane in her eyes, peace in her smile

Wolf, no more apologizing for her wild

Taking things with a grain of salt

A start, and end to wars.

Rare.

Speaks the truth, shaking voice and all

Fragile, not like a flower, but like a bomb

Her fire will warm your house, or burn it down

Quiet, like a miracle, silent, like a time bomb

You don't just catch her. She lets you, if you're lucky enough

Fine, lovely, tender. Most beautiful. And yet, understated.

She'll find colours to paint you when the world has left you gray

Thousands of years old, yet only known by a chosen few

So effortlessly herself

Wild. Difficult to find. Impossible to forget

She'd go to heaven for the climate, hell for the company.

Powerful.

Looks a challenge dead in the eye and gives it a wink

She belongs to herself, no one else's

She's everything you cannot control

Soft heart, laced with steel

She'll make you understand why storms are named after women

Without a man, she is like a fish without a bicycle

Sexy as hell when determined

Akin to the finest glass of whiskey. Neat, strong, and full of purpose. Many underestimate her punch.

Terrifying.

Fear her when she smiles while looking into a fire

Face of an angel, mind of a killer

Throw her to the wolves, she'll come back leading the pack

Breathes fire

A storm that pens her story in lightning

Half goddess half hell

Stomps on eggshells that everyone else tiptoes on

Her stunning dresses made from scars of wounds she was brave enough to suffer and let heal.

Water.

She's powerful enough to drown you, soft enough to cleanse you, deep enough to save you

She will touch you, especially at your most damaged and broken

Too deep to be explored by those who fancy shallow ends.

Addictive.

A pure heart, a dirty mind, a sailor's mouth

Wears a smile like a loaded gun

The dominant sex. Men do all sorts of things to prove worthy of her attention.

Art.

What do you expect from her, other than confusion, beauty, and soul?

Her different is her beautiful

She takes her contradictions and wraps them around her like a shawl

Woman... She's magic, chaos, and a bit of poetry.

Love her wild, or walk away

Either way, she'll thrive.