Above it all
Secure in her stature
Beyond the norm
Rarely demanding
Knowing where she stands
Her grace
Is an art form
iAm all seasons
Chaotic yet composed
iAm before and after
Ice-, hail-, wind-
Rain
Storm
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She is sugar and spice
And everything nice
Her every wish is your command
iAm fire and ice
Coquettish, rarely playing nice
Independent
A firebrand
iAm on my own
I walk alone
And that way I walk far
To forget me is a torment
The resist is torture
Because casual smokers
Crave a Cuban cigar
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I shoot for the moon
I’m everything for everyone
My cup runneth under
And no one lends a helping hand
There’s no return on their
Investment
My request deemed as demand
Or just because the benefit would only be mine
And I hear that all the time
But
She is connected and belonged full time
iAm on my own
I am my own paradigm
And still
I stand
The opposite of the norm
iAm the tattooed beauty
Warm, misty, serene
iAm the Storm
