You, the flower
You, the fragrance within
You, the beauty
So you, the color of life.
You, the core
You, the inner fire
You, the driving force
So you, the passion of life.
You, the wisdom
You, the nurturer
You, the sunshine
So you, the light of life.
You, the power,
You, the strength
You, the smile
So you, the rock of life.
You, the desire
You, the enchantress
You, the pleasure,
So you, the madness of life.
You, the victim
You, the inflictor of pain
You, the healer
So you, the sorrow of life.
Sometimes you, the folly
You, the jealous snake
You, the adulteress
So you, the poison of life.
How many faces do you have?
How many roles do you play?
And upon you depends whether
Life is heaven or hell.
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