The Woman

By Rhea

She comforts me with a smile

But oh! She’s vile

An enigmatic aura

Villainous yet fragile

I crave her presence all day

She knows what I long

She laughs it off like a doltish joke

And sings a haunting song

Sunrise then sunset

Spring and fall

You’d never know what’s up her sleeve

Tricks, distress and all

She comforts me with a smile

And pats my head a while

Then poof! Up above

The woman I hate and love.

By Rhea