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Seven Ages of Sapphic
The sapphic woman has seven roles she plays in her life
Each of her roles give her a different spark
And a different meaning to a special women loving time
She starts out as the baby Needing constant care and attention
She is in a world prior to all the ladies
And before her sudden suspension
Moving forward she becomes the little girl
Reading fairy tales of princesses and princes
Finding their true love in the magical world
She wishes to find a man as strong and as diligent
Only will the girl find discord and disillusion
To her becoming the outcast, all confused and bewildered
So many parts and pieces that won’t all fit into place
Eyes fuming at the sight of a beautiful girl, the attraction greatly hindered
But it cannot be this way For it is immoral and unjust, showing such disgrace!
Then comes acceptance, she loves and admits to her attraction
She sighs and glooms, hoping for one day to find that perfect person
Holding the thought in her heart, for one day she’ll have a relationship full of passion
One day to have a beautiful wife with long silky hair
The one and only person she’d never be willing to share
Soon enough the woman becomes the lover
As she grows she finds this beautiful mistress
Together, they share a love stronger than the rage of thunder
Living in a small quaint cottage over on the mountain side in the distance
Surrounded by roses and flowers with an aroma ever so mystic
This is the world she always desired
The one she shares and so much cares with that woman she’s acquired
As she starts to get old, she becomes the love master
Her joints becoming queasy
Grey hairs starting to grow
Yet she is still there with the love of her life
Their love still strong even if a few years have gone by
But in the woman’s eyes, she sees a woman of great strength and resilience
One she has loved for all days of time
Soon her world will come to an end
Her lover has passed along with her other friends
Still the woman keeps her head high in hope
Becoming the old lover of women to youthful folk
She watches the next generation have so much freedom with whom they love
She can’t help but feel the joy reach inside her heart
Then, she closes her eyes one last time
Only to find her lover helping her spirit move through the vines
This is what the woman says to herself one last time
What a wonderful time to live the wonderful sapphic life