She

An angel of truth and a dream of fiction,
A woman is a bundle of contradiction

She's afraid of a wasp, will scream at a mouse,
But will tackle a stranger alone in the house

Sour as vinegar, sweet as a rose,
She'll kiss you one minute, then turn up her nose

She'll win you in rage, enchant you in silk
She'll be stronger than brandy, milder than milk

At times she'll be vengeful, merry and sad
She'll hate you like poison and love you like mad