You, quintessence of femininity —
Unabashed and unafraid, pure woman;
A beauty true which every eye may see,
So proud to be the gifted rib from heaven.
Soft to the eye and softer to the touch
Yet with an inner strength that bides in stead,
God-manded mate no man could love too much,
Right complement of heart, to virtue wed.
You are the cradle of the human form
And by design refine that mortal beast,
Give moral compass to those sinless born
And comfort so all suffering souls ‘til death.
Demure and meek, yet with a mighty power;
The pride of Eden hidden in a flower.

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