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Leo 06

You may be made of my own rib
But I have noticed things
That don't originate from me
Traits, from without, God brings

He has caught and woven the wind
And it became your hair
For eyes, He caught the sun and moon
Like jewels, He set them there

Your figure like the cirrus clouds
With graceful, gentle curves
Your voice came from a flowing stream
Refreshing are your words

Your spirit doesn't long for war
Or need to show it's strength
You simply have a beauty that
Reveals itself at length

You may be made of my own rib
But wonders shan't be less
For God replaced the manly parts
With feminine finesse!

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