She can be serene as a zephyr
And also emit the fury of fire
She’ll make you laugh with all her wit
And one wrong move, she won’t fear to slit
You’ll see her cry at the tiniest loss
Don’t forget her smile makes the world gloss
She seems the one to mellow to a soft tune
Her rocking self can make you swoon
She is that gold that comes in silver plating
Way beyond any scale of rating
It is You. And you have it all in you.
P.S.- There is a lot more I want to write to this. But instead of making it seem rushed, I’ll add to it later. For now, this was one random little piece that popped up as I came across the word ‘Guess’. And no. it isn’t some core feminist stuff. It’s just a thought.