Woman to me...

(But obvious, not originally written by me - but does it matter? Read on...)

An angel of truth and a dream of fiction,
a Woman is a bundle of contradictions.

She's afraid of a wasp,
Will scream at a mouse,
But will tackle her husband alone in the house.

She'll take him for better,
She'll take him for worse
She'll break open his head and then be his nurse.

But when he's well and can get out of bed.
She'll pick up the tea-pot and throw it at his head.

Beautiful and keen sighted yet blind,
Crafty and cruel, yet simple and kind.

She'll call him a king and then make him a clown.
Raise him on a pedestal, then throw him flat down.

She inspires him to deeds that ennoble man,
Or make him her lackey to carry her fan.

She'll run away from him and never come back,
But if he runs away she'll be on his tracks.

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

She'll win you in range, enchant you in silk
She is stronger than brandy, milder than milk.

AT TIMES REVENGEFUL, MERRY AND SAD,
SHE HATES YOU LIKE POISON,
BUT LOVES YOU LIKE MAD.