I’m an April baby.
The talented poetess sitting on the lap of
the weaver woman.
Born in the first sign of the zodiac, i am best
visible at 9pm during the month of December.
The constellation that whispers my name spans
the first 30 degrees of celestial longitude.
Ruled by fiery mars, i am spring’s own love child.
Exuberant and passionate, optimistic and generous.
The life of the party; gleaming in the luminescent
A woman with a fiery soul and free spirit;
independent and free.
Adventure is my middle name, i take life by the horns.
I am a hard-headed woman with a chaotic energy
only a strong man can handle.
Blunt, straightforward but mellow inside.
I am the Egyptian golden ram, the reborn sun.
Representing life and new beginnings.
My Greek ancestors call me, Chrysomallus.
I am the ram whose fleece was sought by Jason
and the Argonauts.
Beguiling coquette; the horns on the charging
ram’s head signify my strength, integrity,
creativity and sensuality.
I am just a woman that loves to take charge.
My head is my erogenous zone-stimulate my mind.
My ardor is unquestioned when it comes to love
A hopeless romantic, smooth with words, exciting.
I’m not the routine kind, boredom dissipates
I wear the shroud of integrity: challenging
I am not the needy, jealous kind- don’t try to
cage me though because i love to roam freely
like the whirlwind.
I am your friend for life- your woman through
thick and thin, hard to get but once you get me
i’ll never leave.
A man better know what he wants if he wants
to be with an Arian woman like me.