She, The Beauty

There she goes with a dazzling glaze,

With soft charm,

With silent grace.

She hugs her child

She feeds her mild,

She rests her child,

Watches it sleep.

She sings the song,

The peaceful tune

And when she does,

The nature sleeps.

As the morning arrives,

She is bright again,

Her face shines bright,

As the sun's shine.

Then comes her rage,

Her latent love being buried under.

And,

Then her charm,

Her smile being her love.

She is fine,

As a flower she blossoms.

She is soft,

Sweet, merry and hard.

She is the mother,

The lady,

And the girl.