It's rare you know.
When a woman possesses such gifts.
The strength and defiance of a God.
Yet the elegance of a swan drifting on a crystal blue lake.
She is a fallen one.
She has a dream carved into her mind
but fears keep it hidden.
She has a fire burning
but society keeps her at embers.
She has this love that even the Gods fear.
A woman who can inspire even a stubborn fool like me.
A goddess dressed in fire
bursting with the passion of a thousand lovers.
Yet few ever see it.
But I once did.
And it was
Beautiful.
Nov 12, 2015
Nov 12, 2015 at 2:33 PM UTC
It's rare you know.
When a woman possesses such gifts.
The strength and defiance of a God.
Yet the elegance of a swan drifting on a crystal blue lake.
She is a fallen one.
She has a dream carved into her mind
but fears keep it hidden.
She has a fire burning
but society keeps her at embers.
She has this love that even the Gods fear.
A woman who can inspire even a stubborn fool like me.
A goddess dressed in fire
bursting with the passion of a thousand lovers.
Yet few ever see it.
But I once did.
And it was
Beautiful.
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