the kind of woman she is

Decent manners
Wrapped by laces and organza
Modest in prominence
Also her stiletto and velvet clutch
Those are her whole fine garments
And definitions
Of a woman that shines and lights
In fact, she is a mistress wanted by all misters

Euphoria in her scents
In black she wraps up herself in mystery
Or maybe is it just her misery
That’s hidden beneath her rank in the society
Indeed, she is a mademoiselle hated by all madams

Though of all matters
She is just herself
A woman that is proud of her being—
The kind of woman she is.


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