Her

A Legion.

Variations aplenty.

Diverse attributes never affixed on a particular.

Substantial hurt, dismissive of their discomfort-

Shifting periodically for the remainder of her days.

The power of a woman is unbridled, limitless-

Only to be admired, equally respected.

The negative is the positive and the positive a bellicose-

Against those who dare cross-

Her.

She posses both yin and yang.

One without the other a dangerous footing.

My ruling planet.

A Goddess-

One that has been mishandled.

Atonement.

Guide me back into your arms-

Nestled in your warmth-

Forever seeking ingress from which I came.

That dominance imposes loyalty

In the smallest of ways.

Her creation is the balance to destruction-

With all of Her love, volatility still slowly bubbles in the cauldron.

Even at my apex, she is forever eternal-

Blinding all who gaze to bend thy knee.

Her puissance deserves much praise.

Songs harmonized, words implicit-

The taste of such is deafening.

Many fall never to get up, yet you somehow find a way.

Angst and stress of the unknown-

Felicity and focus keep you pressing onward.

Resurrection.

I’ve seen Her, been around Her, felt Her, feared Her-

Disrespectfully respected Her, you can’t control Her or deny Her.

Watched from afar, and up close-

Capable of feats unknown, to most, there is only one-

Far stronger, then I’ll ever be.

She takes it, makes it, breaks it, escapes it, replicates it-

Dominates it, submissive to it, under it all demands it.

The man I am, simply but a fool.

To you, all acclaim is due.

Admiration-

My Love.

I’m only a spectator in this pool.

Her