The Mystery Of A Woman Vyachesl@V Lukin

No Perhaps It’s Not Meant To Be Understood
What A Woman Truly Is No Formula No Plan
She’s The Reason Worlds Are Stirred And Overturned
To Every Poet An Eternal Riddle Grand

She’s The Chaos From Which Stars Order Was Born
The Steady Course Of Planets Set In Motion True
She’s The Sweetest Quietest Dream Softly Sworn
And All The Questions Holding Secrets Waiting To Unfold Anew

She’s A Mystery That Draws You On Ahead
In Every Glance Both Secret And The Light
Though No One Ever Fully Can Comprehend
That’s Her Greatest Charm Her Hidden Delight

There’s A Weakness In Her That Becomes A Shield
A Strength Concealed Beneath A Tender Touch
She Can Build A Home Then Let It Be Revealed
As She Changes Roles And Masks With Time So Much

You Could Spend A Lifetime Searching For The Truth
Peeling Back The Layers Chasing Every Sign
But It’s Simpler Just To Trust To Feel The Proof
Embracing Her Enigma As The Guiding Line

Don’t Seek Straightforward Answers In Her Gaze
Don’t Try To Pin Her Essence Down With Words
Just Stay Beside Her Breathe The Quiet Days
The World Grows Brighter Shared Between Two Worlds

She’s A Mystery That Draws You On Ahead
In Every Glance Both Secret And The Light
Though No One Ever Fully Can Comprehend
That’s Her Greatest Charm Her Hidden Delight