Libra - An amalgamation of dark and bright
On a golden balance, her moods she’ll weigh,
Between black and white with never a grey,
She’s the poignance of a forgotten scent,
The harshness of bitter discontent,
A mysterious amalgam, she’ll always be
To which you may never find the key
But if you and she, can be ‘we’,
You’ll find the perfect harmony.