What woman stands alone? What angle in her tone?

What frame of life is this? What lies beneath cold gaze?

What restraint in posture? What unasked question phrased?

 

Here power lies like ebon coals, yet under wraps,

seem stronger; therefore your gaze, gaze on;

Not clear to the eye what you intend, but clear to watch

At least for now.

Fan gripped with lust, perhaps with yearning,

as time goes on, the heart keeps burning.

 

Timeless in her profile, oh wondrous woman.

The time shall come when none recall

Why she gazes after all.