Trampled ground under her strength,

she holds their hands for comfort,

but not lacking control, she sees them.

Consuming visions of chaos into a den of peace,

softness through a sacrifice of doubt,

while undying truth leads her to him.

Deniable she is not, storms of consequence acknowledge her relevance,

but do not break her spirit of Joy.

Her elegance in dirt soils her hands,

but buoy her passion for the excellence of her worth.

Vaulted in secrecy, her heart bleeds on fertile soil,

only to birth her purpose in him. 

Gentle rain, give her rest.

Understand the thorns she touches through fields of lilies.

Not with arias of mystery, but revealed.