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Mighty

Listen to the allure of her voice,
Oh, so sweet and wonderous chant!
Attention she draws, poor young boys,
Affection be returned by their rant.
Flows beneath her waist,
Dazzling and wavy, a bush of hair.
Specks of beauty flavourful of taste;
All so simple, innocent and bare.

Then she grows as many can see,
Blossomed, a single delicate flower,
Left stray and exposed to be
In lust and greed of world shower.
Men, listen! It is a life.
Choice, desire, want,
Beside position of wife,
A right to say "I can't"!

Untie the knots, set her free,
Mighty she will rise, you shall see..

♥ Read Me ♥

This is what happens when there's a three and a half hour lecture on a totally unfamiliar and boring topic, and you're expected to be on your best behaviour.. And which for the same reason, I'm trying my best to keep myself awake. *laughs nervously*
Even though it doesn't make any sense. *smiles*

See ya ♥