Is only known to her heart
Other than any she gives it to
For from secret places of secrecy
Her prowess knows to the crevices
She that rocks the cradle
Reigns this throne thereafter
With soft words and tender touches
And hard indelible guiding traces
Every woman is Her Majesty
In her treasuries are life and death
She wields over love and hatred
And happy is one who finds her heart
Woman is bejeweled in all splendour
With beauty she captivate men in captivity
And consign them to blazing abyss
Men that take them cheap and weak
Every woman is a fairy goddess
With iron scepter and a firm soul
Though as tender as lilies of the field
She is the beauty of our world
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