Women sense; women feel.
We are not to them, objects
As much what high class praise detects
In a stringed gamut's appeal.
Their's is a tuning in.
Beyond eyes' periphery
Mesmeric, to what's heard sweetly,
Or more soulful, for violin.
I was glad to hear it!
Unobtrusive as a mole!
With skittish bias of a foal!
A sly hand that wont permit.
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