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Her eyes are the window into her soul

I love how she glows in her satin and lace robes,

Putting aside the warrior leathers I know

She has for a moment decided to glow,

In her feminine beauty and peacefulness

This warrior, spiritual, leader of men, this Goddess,

Set aside now is her combative strength

And now she resided in a vulnerable fullness,

Connecting with her feminine so divine

Eating with gracefulness and sipping on her wine,

She takes in the landscape and it’s beautiful view

Yearning for the love she needs is the truth,

But her vocation hampers that it’s true

Being a warrior, and spiritual Goddess is something that few,

Could live in peace and happiness with

But to her over years she has found no alternative,

Protecting and guiding her people out of love

This for her is something that fills her time more than enough,

And so these moments she lives right now

And the love she misses out on is her great sacrifice.