The enigma of a woman rests
in what you’ll never know

Despite those things she gives to you,
her secrets bide unshown

Your eyes may taste and hands might touch,
but to herself alone

Her power worn as though a crown,
—her mystery, her throne

(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2017)
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Kurt Philip Behm

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