The wild woman isn’t the one seeking love,
She is a disputant who’s more than that.
Living in freedom like an alpha wolf,
She has it all to be more than about someone.
When she walks in the ground,
There is wisdom all around.
Her eyes seeking goals, with affection.
There is no susceptibility in her life,
She reaped her precise purposes every dawn.
No man can please her with fortune,
Herself she earned her prosperity.
In the realm of barbarity,
she remains kind to the creatures.
The crown on her soul is more valuable,
Then some spirits that are perceived as rulers.
She isn’t wild and vulnerable,
she owns the wildness within her.