Women are complex, As every words said, she means otherwise
Women are labyrinth, As every steps taken, she regrets every inches
Women are riddle, As every questions asked she left unanswered
Women are enigma, As every thoughts wondered, she doesn't mind each of them
Women are mystery, As every poems made, she swears entire rhymes
maybe that's why to understand her is probably the hardest thing to do—but once you do, you'll never find another soul as complicated yet alive as hers