Moods of a Woman

An angel of truth and a dream of pure fiction;
A woman is a bundle of great contradiction.
She's afraid of a wasp, will scream at a mouse;
But will tackle her boyfriend who's as big as a house.

She'll take him for better, she'll take him for worse;
She'll break open his head and then be his nurse.
But when he's well and can get out of bed;
She'll pick up the teapot and aim for his head.

Beautiful and keenly sighted, yet blind;
Crafty and cruel, yet simple and kind.
She'll call him a king, then make him a clown,
Raise him on a pedestal, then knock him flat down.

She'll inspire him to deeds that ennoble man;
Or make him her lackey to carry her fan.
She'll run away from him and never come back;
But if he runs away, then she'll be on his track.

Sour as vinegar, sweet as a rose;
She'll kiss you one minute, then turn up her nose.
She'll win you in range, enchant you in silk;
She'll be stronger than brandy, milder than milk.
At times she'll be vengeful, merry and sad;
She'll hate you like poison, and love you like mad.