True power is tempered by restraint;
wise the man who wields it with mercy
than the one who has no constraint.
The Lion grasps firm the world
holding power supreme in its fold,
while silky words of soft control
whisper to his ear.
She IS his true strength; Behold!
On a bridge of illusion
spans what he seeks to gain-
wealth, glory, and power.
She strokes gently the mane
holding back fast in her hand
mighty jaws wishing to devour.
With feline cunning-
seeming aloof
guiding his power
directing his hunting,
grace of a swan
song of a lark.
Without a strong woman
his might be gone;
Pawing at shadows
afraid of the dark!

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It works! Good luck in the contest Hun. 





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