It takes the brave to walk on broken
bottles to the gate of her heart
Giants
to gather courage before her presence
Philosophers
to mend mirrors to reflect her image
Wise
to take her cotton from fire
Rare
humility to entertain her anger
Billionaires
to buy her ring
Wisdom
to understand her language
Utopian
interpreter to understand her cry
Scribes
to write her words
People
with unequal minds to talk to her
Arch
angels to sing her lullaby
Spiders
to sow her garment
Warriors
stand on top of mountains to call her
Cowards
bow before her shadow from afar
Sincerity
is the key to her gate
Perfect
affection is the code to her room
She
laughs with truthfulness
And
frowns on betrayal
She
knows no bounds to true heart
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