She.....
She
stares at the rising sun,
her
chin up, her hair's a tight bun,
They
wonder where her femininity hides,
'coz
none know her spirted girlish side.
She
waves compliments unconcerned,
when
peers praise, for she is learned,
they
wonder of what stone is she made,
'coz
none look behind her tough facade.
She
walks with supreme disdain,
her
fury can have a dragon slain,
they
wonder when her attitude will fall,
'coz
none feel her affection for all.
She
faces problems with might,
solves
with intelligence and insight,
they
wonder how she keeps her calm,
'coz
none notice her inner storm.
She
mingles with incredible grace,
wears
make-up thick on her face,
they
wonder who can resist her charm,
But
none keep her wintery life warm.
She
laughs at little things,
She
flirts and talks of flings,
they
wonder why she smiles a lot,
'coz
none see her broken heart.
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