When a woman loves, she...
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When a woman Loves, she... forgets
...she forgets her compact,
and the prized bijoux box
...she forgets her bath-scale,
and keeping its account
...she forgets her wardrobe,
and what mask to put on
...she forgets foolish doubts,
and sacks her petty cares</font>
When a woman Loves, she... finds
...she finds her true purpose,
in broader perspectives
...she finds someone other
in her one another
...she finds her mind so lost
in Life outside of self
...she finds all her reason,
in a flood of senses...
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When a woman Loves,
She...
becomes a Tigress
half claws, half plush
a camouflage as such
of flesh, and fang
that to beloveds'
sides will rush
in succor of
unfeigned
defenses
loyal den
in which
to return
again 'n
again...
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