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Her movements are economies
of grace and tandem, smooth
like stream water yet strong
like ash and fire.
She is relentless like storms and floods,
the fires that burn through woods
and tremors that wreck the earth into a ruin.

She kisses my brow like the touch of sunlight,
and burns brighter than solar flares
in the infinite darkness of the void and the
other stars. She hugs me like the universe,
and leaves no place untouched,
yet she is boundless; unexplored, alive,
and growing. There's so much more to
find and search for each day.

No man can touch her, and no man
can have her. She only gives and gives,
and gives, for it is all that she knows.
Men can steal her shine, they can steal
the wonder in her eyes.
And yet, they will never have her.

God may have woven her out of man,
but men can never hold her captive,
like the bone God took out of Adam
to make Eve. There is a reason,
only women can hold such life
and destruction; there is a reason why
only they hold wombs and have hearts
that melt even the strongest of steel.

Women are worlds within themselves,
that men can never touch.
If they've let you into their world,
cherish such an honor to be let
into their universe. Chance is,
the seat she's reserved for you
will never be the same again.
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