You were supposed to give of yourself--
Your angel dust was dragon fire;
*The spark to her funeral pyre.

I have hopes,
I have dreams,
I want to fly high,
I want to swim deep,
I speak many languages,
Of love, peace and silence,
I have been crushed many times,
Yet I get up everytime bearing the bruises,
I give u birth,
And at death,
I am the one you melt in,
I am a vortex of emotions,
I am your shore in a storm,
I am simply.... a woman!!

Such an enigma is Nature
Her love soothing as spring's gentle rain
Her wrath hotter than lava

So selfless is her soul
Showering her bounty as season's pass on
Her arms,open forever, lending

Little are her heart's desires
To be loved and cherished by all
Taken for granted, forever doomed by greed