Dear heart, fear no part
Fed on sorrow when a bed heads for tomorrow
Sauntering, singing, saluting art
Entwined with goodwill in a glow
Love lifts with gifts
Pouring forth
From a femme fatale who shifts
From freak femininity to a gradual growth
Into an appreciation of reasoned relationships
That considers gender gymnastics
From a motive that equips
Men and women with more than Physics and Metaphysics
While dipping into a dominant dose
Of interactions in which each heart
Wins without Rose
Stopping her search to grow svelte and smart.
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