She is Woman

You'll never picture her dancing
   Nor hear her voice in song
She'll never know her own beauty
   And shun the compliments made
Her dress looks rugged and worn
   Though it fits her well

And while you're not looking
   She will laugh with joy
Her voice wails with sorrows
   Though you'll not see tears
She will smile in the mirror
   Ignoring her age and it's signs

Though her portrayl is rough
   Her heart is of a woman
And her passion for love is strong
   Equal is her passion for hate
You'll see the shell she hides behind
   While her eyes flirt from inside

You may never tame this shrew
   She most definately will train you
The world revolves around her
   And your love for her allows it to
While she loves you with burning desire
   You must always fear her calm

She is woman, after all.