I stare at her in wonder
She is modern art
Mondrian, Nevelson, Pollock
Some fools don't get it
Bravery required every day
While she wears it on her sleeve
Her sexuality, her heart
Bundle of complexity
Tough but soft
Driven yet sentimental
They don't understand the beauty
How she takes control
To kiss me gently
Masculine packaged girl
Who loves her flowers
Her words take me dancing
Though sometimes I lead
Our scales balance
The emotional weights
Give and take
My goodness she's a giver
And I live in awe of my luck
That I even get to hold her hand
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