" THE FRAGRANT WARRIOR"
With gentle grace and strength combined,
Her spirit steel, her form refined.
Her smile, a flower in full bloom,
Could make the blushing rose assume.
That it, in fact, was less than she,
For in her eyes, all beauty be.
But now, how cruel the times have turned,
Her noble stature, now spurned.
Once thought a gift, a mercy shown,
She's now a burden, left alone.
Oh people, feel the weight of shame,
This daughter of your land you blame.
She brought you joy, now in distress,
Her pain, a stain on your progress.
Oh man, have pity, have some fear,
For she, too, was once held dear.
A princess of a household, bright,
Whose offspring bring your homes to light.
Her worth is still beyond your means,
Her presence, what your home redeems.
So cherish her, and show respect,
For in her, lies your home's perfect.
Let not her pain be all she knows,
Her dignity, her honor, chose.
For in her lies your home's true charm,
A lasting beacon, strong and warm.
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