Amorous, treacherous, and fickle to the boot
A mistress like none other, a dame so divine
She hits you in the gut with a force too brute
A steel magnolia with graces too fine
Seemingly base, yet kinder to some
With tones and hues so many plus undefined
We hem and haw, lying in wait for her to come
To a point where she seems for what we pined
But it’s never to be so, trust you me when I say
Her form is nebulous, her love for you a trance
You buckle down hard, trying to hold her sway
She lures you into the fold of her eternal dance
A lingering rhythm is all you have to sing to your heart’s delight
For such is Life indeed, a colossal dusk en route to a little light