Let Her Rule
Her abode is hearts, known through words
Believed by actions, over emotions it lords.
A light in nights, fresher than mornings too
Quite independent, but only when they are two.
Faking her lifestyle causes tear and wear,
Encourages anger, despair and fear
Yet she is life’s model, the real blueprint,
To be happy is to plant your feet in her footprint.
Better to bear the pains that precedes her visit
Than the pains that succeed her demise, miss it
And miss the joy of living, but if men
Let her rule, it will guarantee their reign.
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