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