Opinions on my new poem I call “ The elegance of her” ?

Like a delicate tulip growing in fertile ground


She soaks up knowledge, empathy, and kindness


She yearns to know more than what people want to teach her.


Graceful and kind, people adoring her porcelain like face and smile.


Warm like a cup of coffee with two sugars and milk added after brewing it on a cold winter day.


Though she is also fierce like a thunderstorm on a Midwest plain.


Determined and headstrong she can be anything and do anything her heart desires she can do.


Sensual and soothing like a gentle morning breeze in a lavender meadow.


Her prose and words soothe a weakened soul and a heavy heart.


Just as the sun rises in the east and sets in the west, her eyes capture the beauty of every sunrise and sunset.


In the twilight of her embrace, my soul is set free from the anxieties of a cruel, mechanicalized world.

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In case anyone is wondering the “ her” is this poem is no one person but influenced by some female friends I have. So it’s like a universal “her”
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