Julius Johann Ferdinand Kronberg
by Fion Lim
A woman is all about femininity,
That's the stuff that she's made up of.
She has within her,
Layers of depth to her thoughts and feelings.
>She reminds you of an onion,
Seemingly translucent to tantalize your imagination.
Only to uncover layer upon layer,
Peeling off to reveal yet another layer.
She's never one-dimensional,
That's not what she's made to be.
Her layers serve only to protect,
Her very core of being.
Her deepest core is so very well-hidden,
From the harsh glare of unenlightenment.
Generously sharing her genuine being,
Only to those she trusts with her core.
You can only choose to let go,
Resisting not her many womanly charms.
But be swept up by her many facets and dimensions,
Uttering, "What astonishing femininity!