Willow

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I love everything about her.
Not in any cliche way,
For she contains both love and cruelty.
So warm and inviting,
Yet harsh and unyielding
As a fierce sea,
I both love her, and fear her - I revere her.
Unshakable as the mountains,
Yet moved by subtle drop of rain,
She is both Yin and Yang.

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