Oh, so you're that type of woman.
That type of woman?
Yeah. The type of woman the moon envies.
The type of woman who is strong and independent,
yet so gracious, the world seems to glow in her presence.
The type of woman who can be pragmatic,
passionate, yet somehow so seraphic.
There is grace in the way she walks,
poise in the way she talks,
and dignity in the way she wanders.
The type of woman they call too much,
too loud,
when really, she is simply unwilling
to make herself smaller
just to disappear into the crowd.
The type of woman whose laughter feels like a wave of sunshine,
whose eyes refuse to dim,
and whose presence makes the world
feel a little less cold.
The type of woman who loves fiercely,
gives freely,
walks boldly,
and never apologises for taking up space.
Oh, so you're that type of woman.
Yes.
I am.
