I am not she

woman-mysterious
I am not she
who speaks gently
to you at night
nor she who
finds a mirror
in your eyes

I am not she
whose passion flows
in your veins
nor she who
undresses your thoughts
at the end of a long day

I am not she
who when winds of change
come your way
stands still, unshaken
like a diamond next to a rock
loving you nonetheless
with vigour and might
proving against all odds
that nothing can shake
the home
of you and I

No,
I am not she
but she lives
in me

© Iva Beranek (Dublin, 29th September 2016)

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