No Limits.
The sky has no limits to women who
poem insideness of things, linguistic
she-verses describe core feelings to
woo with words no male can resist.
Gentle those means of expression
that seam poetic mesh to girl-like
magic yet when tied to potential
female freshness boldly invites.
Like true romantics womanhood\'s
skill portrays sparks of diamante\'
in lines studded with half hidden
seduction and sheer fantasy.
A lady drifts toward innovation
by heedful life-fervour that guides
pens readily given to scribing love
as ineffable yet asks not why.