She is more than mere mass of flesh! 

For she fought her battles all by herself, 

Tossing between willows and pillows broke her nutshells; 

A galaxy dwelling in her eyes, 

Universe on her mind, 

Wearing moonlight like lingerie. 

She is beyond the extra mass of flesh hanging from her chest and hips, 

Devine and naive; 

Not to find her worth in a man,but a man of a worthy of her. 

Solace was the ultimatum! 

Haunted by men who begged her heart, 

Had fire in her soul, 

Magic in her eyes,even the stars envied. 

Smiled like a loaded gun, 

Like the moon she went through phases of emptiness, 

To feel full again. 

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