An angel of truth and a dream of fiction
A woman is a bundle of contradiction
She is afraid of a wasp, will scream at a mouse
But will tackle a stranger alone in the house.
Sour as vinegar, sweet as rose
She will kiss you one minute then turn up her nose,
She will win you in rage, enchant you in silk,
She will be stronger than brandy, milder than milk,
At times she will be vengeful, merry and sad,
She will hate you like poison, and love you like mad.