She's soft as a feather
Spilling with pride
Sailing smooth waters
A swan that just glides
She's rave as the winter
Chilled and quite strong
She admits her follies
Sometimes she is wrong
She's cool as the summer breeze
No talking in haste
She manages the scene well
No hurry no waste
She's funny and witty
Call her a super clown
She's cautious and serene now
Ne'er takes things sitting down
She's early at sunrise
Some pure thoughts that gleam
A crystal clear sweetness
She spells out in streams
She's happy and content too
Quite rare find just now
So humble and merry
Call her a sweet dove
She's patient and passionate
A need that's divine
Her wants are so simple
Her thoughts to intertwine
She's thoughtful and eloquent
Woos man with great pride
To deal with a pleasure
She's honest on her side
She's quiet and quite silent
As watches and waits
Other's feelings she owns well
Her poems she creates
mandara pookal
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/her-pride-2/
