She is like a short story of four acts

A rose that smells more like a daffodil

A building that looks strong but is really weak

A winter’s night in the midsummer’s dream

She is a riddle that is solved twice

She defends her wrongs more than her rights

And on every turn she pauses for a sight

She is a humming bird in the month of May

Lifetime of happiness but always one smile away

She is someone who is happy to be understood

But happier when misunderstood

She is something and nothing, a contradiction

Carefully wrapped into a conclusion

You beg her to leave, she will stay

Slight inference that she stays with you

Is all it takes to send her packing away…