She has her secret magic <br />to keep men's hopes alive <br />she's truly fantastic <br />the girl the woman the wife <br /> <br />On earth the heavenly flower <br />in color's riot blooming wild <br />south wind and summer's shower <br />god's face is she girl child <br /> <br />The morning though passes to noon <br />times in her wings fly <br />she's a woman too soon <br />the woman of my eye <br /> <br />The woman of all weather <br />without her man is woe-man <br />she's wife sister mother <br />the way only a woman can <br /> <br />She fathoms what men don't tire <br />see her heart burned and holed <br />till she walks the whole length of fire <br />and be the woman in their eye old<br /><br />Pradip Chattopadhyay<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/times-in-her-wings/
