A woman is chaos
In well-seeming form
She is bright light
Illuminating the shadowy darkness
A beacon of brilliance
Guiding you safely home
A woman is hope
Unfounded anchor
Pattern rife with complication
Yet steady as the sun
She comes in different colors
Varied shapes in her array
But you know her by her words
Her actions and her deeds
For she is boundless
As vast as the ocean
Spilling over onto land
Yet still contained
A woman is expectation
In a world of laissez-faire
A treasure box
Waiting to be opened
A woman is complexity
Waiting to be understood.
Sam
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