Beauty, a woman calls you hers
and takes control–
determining as far as she can
along her envisaged course’;
you run like a thread
following a lovely design.
She looks in the mirror, rests assured of your presence,
is enthralled within, and strives to maintain composure
when men stare.
Her pride swells and she thinks
she has the key to unnerve men.
The pride melts down the moment she falls in love–
she stops arguing and begin to follow his dictates:
this moment is enough when men succeed
and beauty turns subservient, entrapping the owner!