She’s made of strength and moonlight
A midnight rose of thorns
You might think she’s got a halo
But it’s held up by some horns
Wildflowers and willows
Clovers blowing in the wind
A soul that’s made for loving
With a body made for sin
She knows that she’s too much for most
And alone she’ll always be
She might be strength personified
And made of mystery
But it will never be enough
For anyone to stay
So while she’s made of moonlight
Look closer; it’s all pain.
~Mandy Kocsis©2020~