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She wears leather she wears lace

She is perfection in her grace

Body soul and face

Such beauty she does not waste, 

But don’t be fooled by this persona,

She is strength with immense charm

She can protect herself from harm,

With her wisdom and her guile

Wearing a  disarming smile,

Yet there is a heart of passion 

That she knows just how to ration.

She does not do attachment,

She has a spirit that is free

She is majestic in her countenance 

She is held in high esteem.

For everybody seeks her

Wants to be just as she is,

But too few can match her in divinity 

or indeed her bliss.

For though she’s flawed not perfect because nobody is

It’s hard to know how a sprit  like this even can exist.

It’s because she is an angel looking after all lost souls

Sharing out compassion to the young and caring for the old

This is her solitary mission helping those who  life has failed

She is the guardian angel that goes beyond the pail,

And rescues fallen souls and helps all of those in need

She’s a testament to love and light of divine destiny.