The woman

She is the only one,
who knows this world so well.
There is somuch to learn,
In the words she can tell.

She is the only one,
who has set herself apart.
So sensitive still stern,
is her ways to touch a heart.

She is the only one,
the past, who can fight.
Like the rising sun,
she leaves behind the night.

She is the only one,
who has perfected the style.
To turn grief into fun,
with a single soothing smile.

She is the only one,
a true heart, who can cherish.
Her face she'll never turn,
and her love won't ever perish.