Woman

Tears dare slide
Down rosy cheeks
Only weaklings weep
Where is your mask?
Put it back on
This is your face
Caress it
To cry is to feel
And to feel is to fall

Straighten that neck
Nose in the air
Fire in your eyes
Rod up that spine
To bend is to beg
And to beg is to fall

Perfect that walk
Not a walk, its a dance
Dance, you are a swan.
Suitors line up
Look how they chase you
Let them crave you
Then break their hearts
To love is to cede
And to cede is to fall

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