Siren Of A Woman
She was always a singing siren of a woman.
She was always attaining what she can.
She was always a bright, seductive being.
She was always so willfully enchanting.
She had found the love of her life at eighteen.
She had found herself in a passion so unpristine.
She then eventually needed a means to leave.
She had managed to find a way on one eve.
She soon enough had found a second lover.
She later reunited with her first, needed a cover.
She quickly lost him however, for calling him out.
She went home to cry, and alone aloud shout.
She then may have found her third true love.
She hesitates to believe he may be from above.
She forever remains a siren filled with fervor.
She awaits any results of her newest endeavour.
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