She is strong, graceful, elegant.
Most of all, unmovable.

Some parts of me admire that stone conviction.
immune from one temptress, emotion.
Strong alone, without a man's helping arm.

I am a decision away from her.
Less moved I shall be, than before.
My heart has hardened to man's breath.

My back cold to their proposals.
None shall move my soul
as it was torn before.

None shall hold my hand,
and lead me into danger.
Into uncertain places
where I had run to before.

Strong woman?
With heart wrought of stone.
She has seasoned her life
to walk holding no arm.

I am a decision away from her.
Ready to close doors and look hard,
but I am not she.

I am made to open my heart,
hurt with another
and bleed for them all.
I have no decision to make.

I may walk alone, but not
with a hard heart.