Majestic Woman

Majestic leonine goddess
Grace and strength adorning
your face
Handsome sturdy well built
This lady of substance
Knew where she was going
And always who she
Belonged with.

No doubts wasted her.
No second guessing
the first love of her life.
Her loyalty was hard as ice
Frozen, ingrained in every
Cool icicle of her being.

Her soul sat coiled in her eyes
Wise serpent who declined to rise
Erect to baits, flash the lies
Of empty seduction.

Instead she poured out her soul
Through searchlights of passion
Radiating warmth and compassion
From her serpentine slanting
Long lashed eyes.

She was a gorgeous beauty
To behold her was to die
In sighs...

She lives, she is real.
Not a dream.
In every loyal humble woman
Who seems weak
Because she is meek.
And her strength isn't in
Her voice
Or even in  glamorous decoy eyes
Casting looks artificially coy.

Her strength is durability, endurance
In debilitation.
In gentle smiles, in poise unmatched
On the teetering verge of loss.

One weakness remains
For her love to exploit.
The eighth deadly sin,
Pity on the undeserving.
Unchaste, yet unchastened.

Her pliant eyes pierced me
soft like mercy, in them an
ocean of moisture retained.
Dreaming oases, twin
Watering holes of pity
For men who dwell like beasts.
A direct gaze that's unsullied by taints,
Grace and gravity attained
At the cost if necessary, of
Stoical pretence.

Perhaps this ode to a woman of
Virtuous fortitude wouldn't be worthwhile
While she lived.
Because I wouldn't advocate Woman
To be Angel
Shorn of wings...

To return to those bereaved...
The loss of precious most peace
grievous the breaking of pacts
Of a promised lifetime
Together.

But in her death
A thousand dreams of mine were shattered.
And to me
Her song shall matter
When I think courage I
Think you.
Rest angelic sister soul
In sweet soft purity.

© Amrita Valan 2015