A woman is delicate,
And if you don't treat her right...
She'll leave.
Maybe not physically, But take a look inside.
Her spirit darkens with every strike,
She'll try and try to hold on tight,
But someone will remind her of the light.
She'll realize it's just a pointless fight,
However her spirit will never shine quite as bright.
Because this man is just another man, to her that means another fight.
Dim from former efforts she remains distant.
No matter how close he brings the light...
She refuses to step in it.
