Never Touch Her

Microprocessor of this blurry world she is Biorhythmic-like world with missing links The world laughs, the world cries When laughs and when cries? Just a matter of ticking in her sacred breath Like other common personalities normally eyes comprehending Yet she enlives in wilderness of hidden mysteries When revealed, it will blast unto every conscience Around her, kindly mind every pore of your inner sphere For everything turns extremely sensitive from her twilight on For the world becomes too fragile before her flames since the dawn In risk of butterfly effect from unknown realm Now, for the shake of eternity, I'd scream: "She is the truest reason why men got to respect women!"