Not knowing direction, where the path may lead.
A force to be reckoned with, she is indeed.
She'll seduce for control, then leave you to bleed.
Quick to anger, her temper explosive.
She gets all she wants, her fits are productive.
Ruled by self-doubt, yet knows whom she is.
Charming to know, yet rules with closed fists.
With a quiet dignity, she's boisterous and loud.
The weight of the world, her life's death shroud.
All that know her, wish her to speak.
To say what she knows, less havoc would reek.
Sensitive by nature, yet never meek.
Wonderfully ordinary, yet mostly unique.
Casually adorned, most call her flamboyant.
A lily among roses, yet just as sweet fragrant.
Some call her secluded, most think her reclusive.
She's welcomed by masses, though she finds them intrusive.
Respected by many for her values and opinion.
She stands for fairness and honesty, all that is genuine.
Yet once provoked, she is most cunning and clever.
Revenge for a slight, her most pressing endeavor.
She is but a lady, a queen among maids.
Dutifully helpful, her desires obeyed.
Her beauty may pass, though her passion shall never fade.
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