Angel of truth and a dream of fiction,
A woman is a bundle of contradiction,
She’s afraid of a wasp, will scream at a
mouse,
But will tackle a stranger alone in the
house.
Sour as vinegar, sweet as rose,
She’ll kiss you one minute, then turn up her
nose,
She’ll win you in rage, enchant you in silk,
She’ll be stronger than brandy, milder than
milk,
At times she’ll be vengeful, merry and sad,
She‘ll hate you like poison, and love you
like mad.
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