The Pointless Book

She's A Hurricane

Pity the man in familiar places and doth feels a stranger
Pity the man with little sense of beauty behind the danger
Pity the man who only sees a woman, hot and crass
Pity the fool who only left her heart in shards of glass
Don't pity the man who mends her, and nurtures for who we are
For she's my beautiful hurricane
And I her shining star