Symbol: The Virgin
Element: Earth
Modalities: Mutable
House: Sixth
Ruler: Mercury
Traits:Attention to details, repair, craftsmanship.
Busy, concerned, careful.
Worrying.
Practical, analytical, discriminating.
Pretty women wonder where my secret lies
I'm not cute or built to suit a model's fashion size
But when I start to tell them
They think I'm telling lies.
I say
It's in the reach of my arms
The span of my hips
The stride of my steps
The curl of my lips.
I'm a woman
Phenomenally
Phenomenal woman
That's me.
I walk into a room
Just as cool as you please
And to a man
The fellows stand or
Fall down on their knees
Then they swarm around me
A hive of honey bees.
I say
It's the fire in my eyes
And the flash of my teeth
The swing of my waist
And the joy in my feet.
I'm a woman
Phenomenal woman
That's me.
Men themselves have wondered
What they see in me
They try so much
But they can't touch
My inner mystery.
When I try to show them
They say they still can't see.
I say
It's in the arch of my back
The sun of my smile
The ride of my breasts
The grace of my style.
I'm a woman
Phenomenally
Phenomenal woman
That's me.
Now you understand
Just why my head's not bowed
I don't shout or jump about
Or have to talk real loud
When you see me passing
It ought to make you proud.
I say
It's in the click of my heels
The bend of my hair
The palm of my hand
The need for my care.
'Cause I'm a woman
Phenomenally
Phenomenal woman
That's me.
When in the springtime of the year
When the trees are crowned with leaves
When the ash and oak, and the birch and yew
Are dressed in ribbons fair
When owls call the breathless moon
In the blue veil of the night
The shadows of the trees appear
Amidst the lantern light
We've been rambling all the night
And some time of this day
Now returning back again
We bring a garland gay
Who will go down to those shady groves
The songs of birds seem to fill the wood
And so they linked their hands and danced
"A garland gay we bring you here
And tie a ribbon on those sheltering arms
In the springtime of the year
That when the fiddler plays
All their voices can be heard
Long past their woodland days
Round in circles and in rows
And so the journey of the night descends
When all the shades are gone
And at your door we stand
It is a sprout well budded out
The work of our Lord's hand"
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Hi! My name is Acinny, and I'm proud to be a Virgo.